Nothing left but to wheel him to the elevator so that he could enter his isolation room with his father (baba in his mother tongue).
As Yunus and his father watched the doors close, the three of us rode slowly up to the Pediatric Ward. Baba broke the silence and said quietly, "Yunus wants to go back to school."
We were thinking only of life.
Above all hands had been laid on Yunus. Healing had been requested. Prayers were beginning to be offered on his behalf by people halfway around the world.
His current physical condition was horrible when NGM was first introduced to Yunus this past Wednesday. Imminent death was a very real possibility. Everything that could be done medically in this nation was being done.
The enlarged heart was of the biggest concern to the physicians. The heart was too weak to push the blood in it out to the rest of the body. Echograms and other evaluations put the doctors on high alert. It is not uncommon for HIV patients to face such difficulties and little could be done.
Friday evening I had received a call from Dr. Muhame. His opening statement brought a cloud over my soul. "I have bad news for you."
|Ezra lovingly & compassionately shares Jesus Christ|
Early this morning (Saturday) Ezra and I drove to IHK to help the father. He had no money to transport the body back for burial in the village. We knew we were not only given an assignment to help Baba with logistics, but to share the only Hope we have.
|Some of Baba's last responsibilities for Yunus|
Baba's heart was tender. He wanted to know about Jesus. He was wounded, hurting, confused, broken, and open to our love. Ezra tenderly shared Jesus with him. He will think long and hard about what was shared. He couldn't deny that these two non-religious guys ... one white and one black ... had loved him in ways that he could understand.
|Preparing to transport Yunus' body to the village|
But, death comes to our bodies anyway. And, the process is not fun. The doctors were very competent and caring. The ward doctor shared the sequence of events with us regarding the passing of Yunus. She gave us the death certificate. Yunus' body had been embalmed and was waiting for us in the morgue. But, there was no one to help us wrap the body in a sheet.
Death is so common here that the nationals are very capable of doing what Westerners pay others to do. It was a humbling experience for me. An honor to be a part of this expression of love of a father for his son.
This is our work. We rejoice with those who rejoice and we weep with those who weep.
This is not the update that I was hoping to write tonight. Ezra had planned to visit Yunus today. Pam and I were going to visit him tomorrow. Those desires vanished with his passing.
We are sad. But ... we would do it again. We will do it again. The life of one 10 year boy is worth more than all the resources we could have given in fighting for his life. Jesus is our example of giving all He had so that others may live. As we say in Africa, "This is our work."