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A Prisoner in Chains

The Prisoner in Chains

I spent much of my Christmas season in hospital as a caretaker of two wonderful people who the Lord healed, completely. And one of the good things that happened to me during that period was meeting Sandra. Sandra, the wonderful beautiful young woman who came to hospital to take care of her ill mother-in-law. I often looked at her and thanked God for the golden heart inside her.

On one of the evenings, she came quickly into the hospital room we shared, and told me how she had seen a prisoner searching in a hospital dustbin for food; she had therefore invited him to our room to share the eats we still had. We both gathered some eats and drinks and gave them to the tall prisoner who came a few minutes after her. “Thank you so much.” He almost knelt down in appreciation. “At least I will keep this for the patient.” He added quickly.

Sandra and I stared at each other, we inaudibly noted that he would keep this food for the friend who was sick and go back to the dustbin to look for his own food. We both immediately assured him that since we were drawing closer to dinner time, we would be sharing with him the food our families were going to deliver. Indeed, in less than an hour, food had been delivered and we shared it with him. His gratitude got us wishing we could give him more.

The next day, I walked through the corridor, probably just to stretch or to use the washroom or to meet someone … I am sure there was a reason. I looked into every ward along my way out (I always did that!); it was my strange way of checking on every patient. I would utter a humanly inaudible plea for healing.

I saw a young man, probably in his early 20s. He lay on the hospital bed, dressed in a pair of faded yellow shorts with thin faded blue strips and a shirt with corresponding colours. One of his arms was shackled to his bed. His short-sleeved shirt did not adequately cover his stomach, I could easily see the fast ‘in & out’ movements made by the stomach.

Covid had that effect on many admitted patients. There was no blanket covering his frail body. An oxygen mask was trunked on his face. Besides him was a taller and slightly older man who wore the same colour of uniform, only that he had a pair of trousers on. He was a fellow prisoner, but a monitor or some kind of leader; I later realised that he was the same gentleman Sandra and I had shared some food with.

Like I always did, I muttered a prayer and continued on my journey/walk/errand.

I probably spent twenty minutes and embarked on my way back to my hospital ward. On this return journey, again, I threw a glance into the prisoner’s ward and there were more people by his bedside – two doctors, the tall prisoner and probably a nurse. The medical personnel were clad in plastic, from head to toe and the tall prisoner was still in his regalia. I noticed that the young man had died. His body was treated and zipped into a black plastic bag.

It occurred to me that he was no longer chained to the bed. How wonderful it would be if he woke up to the pace of peace and painless freedom. To angels, a wonderful throne and a place of warmth and satisfaction.

We are all prisoners in this life, some have shackles that are invisible while others can be seen and even shunned. The flesh fades away, sometimes through ailments, but the flesh is not who we are. You are a soul living in a body. May the Lord teach us to yield ourselves and our appetites to him for we are prisoners for a while. Sandra and I did not know his name, but we both were affected but the demise of a life so young yet chained even in sickness. As his body was wheeled away, it was a reminder that we need to keep our eyes on the one who breaks chains off our souls, that is Jesus Christ.

Grace with Evidence.

I want to listen to more experiences of God’s love and display them here as proof that accepting that love is the most basic, yet life-changing favor we can do for ourselves. May we open our eyes and hearts to the life that Jesus has for us.

Pamela Tumwebaze

5 Replies to “A Prisoner in Chains”

  1. Wow, I am so touched by this story. God, help me be gracious to the less fortunate. To provide me with the means to stretch a hand of aid. As we struggle with our own chains, especially the invisible ones, may we be compassionate towards those that are limited by the physical chains.

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