|The Story of Edith Easter ----- The entire copyrighted story. © Russell Kelfer.|
|Guess who is coming for dinner? ----- A story about Ruth and her unexpected company.|
It was not your typical doctor's office. Great pains had been taken (I understand doctors don't like that expression) but great pains had been taken to create the atmosphere of a family room rather than that of a waiting room.
In one corner, a large TV screen which dwarfed a row of small chairs was designed to make restless children feel at home. The idea was to divert their attention, at least momentarily, from the unpleasant possibility that a hypodermic needle full of penicillin might be a part of their fate on the other side of those big double doors.
Behind the TV screen was a window which connected the waiting room to the business office and a video recorder which saw to it that the children were watching something edifying and not something too realistic like the emergency room scenes on hospital shows.
Tiny headphones at each chair allowed the children to view the likes of Mary Poppins without poppin' the eardrums of the ailing or aching adults who waited across the way in their own little world (a world that included a plug-in sound system that let them choose their own music.)
Behind the vine-covered opening with the electronically controlled window was the receptionist, Brenda Carter, who laughingly admits she was hired because of her knowledge of electronics, not because she knew an appendectomy from a tonsilectomy. Alongside her appointment sheet was a console of switches that looked like a good prop for a Star Wars' episode, and above her window was a bronze plate that read Will Phillips, M.D., General Practice of Medicine.
Unfortunately, today was not an unusual day in the life of this family doctor. Dr. Phillips had been awakened from (believe it or not) a sound sleep at 3:30 a.m. by Bea Foster, a widow who had been troubled for years by a bad back. She had awakened in the night, tried to walk, and had fallen and bruised herself badly, requiring X-rays and the works.
At about 5:15, when Mrs. Foster was finally resting comfortably in her hospital room and Dr. Phillips was headed for the elevator, he heard the familiar sound of his beeper, and immediately knew that another emergency was about to usurp the place on his schedule that had been marked BREAKFAST. This time it was Billy Reynolds calling. His son, Tom, was on the way to the emergency room with what sounded like possibly the doctor's 37th victim of a new strain of flu bug that was making the rounds most indiscriminately. By the time Tom was treated and released, 10:00 a.m. had rolled around, and Dr. Will, as he was respectfully called, arrived just in the nick of time to greet an office full of patients, who were patiently waiting.
As he entered the front door (he always came in that way so he could greet those who were waiting), his very presence seemed like a ray of sunshine. His 6 foot 3 inch frame was indeed imposing until you looked into his eyes... then you forgot how big he was!
It was, as we said, not an unusual day for our family doctor, but he carried an unusual burden as he entered the waiting room that Friday morning...a waiting room that was packed. Yet, as Will Phillips' eyes scanned that crowd, he did not see a throng of people... he saw individuals, each of whom he cared about a great deal.
There was the Perkins boy, Freddy... crippled from birth, and yet not at all crippled in spirit... now grown into a strong young man preparing to enter medical school. What a positive influence Will Phillips had been on his life.
But as he glanced through the room, and his eyes moved to the west wall, suddenly his heart seemed to stop beating... for sitting on the edge of one of those comfortable leather sofas was none other than Edith Berns, 82 years young, and without a doubt the godliest woman Will Phillips had ever had the joy of knowing.
There she was, her open Bible on her lap, her hand gently squeezing the hand of a troubled young mother who just happened to be sitting beside her. You can just bank on one thing... she was talking about Jesus!!
Edith Berns' conversations always centered around Jesus! For Edith Berns' LIFE centered around Jesus!
She always had the time (at least she always TOOK the time) to stop and tell anyone who would listen that there was really only one reason for living ...and Jesus Christ was that reason!
And you just know how she started the conversation, too! With a sparkle in her eye and a captivating smile that had become such a natural part of her that the lines on her face had just formed around it, she would say...
Hello, I'm Edith Berns.
The knot in Will Phillips' stomach this Friday morning in October, however, was not because Edith Berns was using his waiting room as a fish pond for her evangelistic endeavors. That delighted Will. His burden was the result of a lab report he had received the day before. That lab report meant that Edith Berns just might not live to celebrate another of those Easter Sundays that had so highlighted her life.
Will's job this morning was to break the news to Edith that the diagnosis was that her disease was inoperable, untreatable, and incurable and that the next few months would surely be characterized by a great deal of pain and suffering. He had faced this unpleasant task many times before for a man who was only 38 years old, but none had grieved him like the encounter that awaited him this morning.
So the Doctor took an abnormally long time with his first three patients. He reasoned that he wanted to give Edith all the time she needed to talk about Easter to her captive audience in the waiting room, but his real reason was that he couldn't face the prospect of describing to that precious saint the possibility of the pain that awaited her.
By 10:45 Will had run out of excuses, and he reluctantly motioned to his nurse, Beverly Timmons, and said, Bev, send Edith in... A few seconds later, the door opened again, but it wasn't Edith. It was Nurse Timmons instead with a big smile on her face.
You see, Bev Timmons understood. She had become a Christian herself in one of Dr. Phillips' treatment rooms, about two years before. She was taking Edith Berns' pulse at the time, and out of the clear blue sky, Edith had asked her;
Bev would have been annoyed, but you just couldn't be annoyed by Edith Berns.
Lovingly, Edith had framed question after question that ultimately led to the one question in life that leads to the answer.
Is there life after life in your life? she had asked lovingly, Do you know for sure about Easter?
That afternoon, Beverly Timmons had experienced the reality of Easter... and had never been the same since.
So the drama being re-enacted in Will Phillips' waiting room was nothing to be taken lightly to Bev... she knew it was a matter of life and death.
But in a matter of minutes, Edith Berns came scurrying down the hallway, Bible in hand, her big black purse over her shoulder, and a smile on her face so wide it even tested those wrinkles that her godly smiles had already formed.
Is Mrs.Thorndale in the family? Bev asked as she hugged her spiritual mother.
Oh my yes, Edith answered, she just discovered Easter! You go out and tell her you're a Christian, too! And give her one of these... Edith went on, I completely forgot! as she pulled from her huge handbag, (which was half purse and half Christian bookstore) a booklet she had written herself for her newborn spiritual babies. It was entitled, Either side of Easter!
And tell her I'll call her tonight, Edith added, Now run along, child, I must see if this dynamic Doctor of ours is spending enough time in the Word.
With that, she winked at the young physician as if to assure him she would always be there to look after him. (Which didn't make his job any easier.)
Doctor, Doctor, Edith began before Will could so much as open his mouth.
You need to get a day alone with your Jesus, she went on, then you'll be in control of your practice, instead of your practice controlling you.
It came out so fast, Will stunned himself! He was so burdened, he had been abrupt with the very person he was burdened for. Forgive me, Edith he asked sheepishly, I didn't mean to be sharp, but I do have something very important to talk to you about.
With that, both parties were back at the starting gate, and Dr. Phillips began his painful conversation.
Edith, he began, we got your test reports back last night. I wasn't sure what to expect, but the results are even more traumatic than I had even imagined. You complain so little about pain and seem so happy all the time, I never expected to see the disease so far advanced. (Doctor Phillips dropped his head at this point.)
Will, are you alright? Edith asked. Bless your heart! Son, you don't think God up and made a mistake, do you?
PRAISE GOD... AN ETERNAL EASTER... she went on,
Edith thought for a second. Well, then, I'd like an appointment to see you at least twice a week, she announced. At least twice a week!
Now I'd like to see you about... about... twice a week, he stammered. How'd you know that anyway?
It will be nothing like the pain my Jesus suffered for me. Edith quietly added, Paul said we must suffer with Him if we're to reign with Him. I only pray that my pain might honor Him, Edith went on, and that I might never become bitter or angry. Will, I have a good bit of that pain already, Edith continued.
Will had no answer for that! He had given many patients bad news before, but he'd never been thanked before for making their day special by doing so.
The next few weeks were a little like Pentecost in Dr. Phillips' waiting room. The first week Edith came for her two visits as expected, but she came about an hour early so she could be sure to talk to somebody about Easter... but by the second week, Brenda noticed that Edith was appearing EVERY MORNING whether she had an appointment or not!
She'd bring in her knitting, her big black purse stuffed with New Testaments and books to give away, and she'd bring a lunch, so she wouldn't have to leave at noon when the working women came in to get their flu shots. She'd just spend the day!
Brenda asked Dr. Phillips what she should do about it, and he replied, Be sure she has some iced tea to go with her lunch, and pray that God will send just the right people to sit on that couch. God has sent a short-term but full time missionary right into our waiting room, he nodded in amazement, What a great God we have!
So on through the Christmas season, Edith Berns sat on that couch in Will Phillips' office and talked about Easter and Jesus and scarcely a day would go by that someone didn't discover the reality of Easter.
Dr. Will's office was closed, of course, for the New Years weekend. When they reopened on January 3rd, Brenda kept her electronic window in high gear as the waiting room loaded up with patients.
More than a few of those openings were to allow Brenda to peer cautiously towards that sofa on the west wall to see if that amazing lady with the big black purse (and the even bigger smile) would be manning her post as usual, as God's ambassador for Easter.
But as the clock on Brenda's desk moved towards lunch time, Edith Easter, as they had come to affectionately call her, still was nowhere in sight. (They had tried to call her house, but they got no answer.)
It was about 2:30 in the afternoon when the phone finally rang. Hello, Dr. Phillips' office, Brenda answered. He's with a patient just now. Who shall I say is calling? Mercy Hospital?
Dr. Phillips hurriedly picked up the phone.
Then tell this nice lady to assign me to a room with two beds... and tell em to keep sending me ladies for roommates that need to hear the Easter story, will you, Will? And Will, you tell Bev I'm assigning that couch on the west wall to her. Tell her God's moving me on to new territory.
Let me speak to the lady, Edith, Dr. Philliips responded, a bit emotionally, I'll see that you get that room with two beds... one for you... and one for whatever ladies God wants you to tell about Easter.
I guess it goes without saying that the 8th floor of Mercy Hospital had never experienced anything quite like the presence of Edith Berns. It was obvious she was in a great deal of pain, but you never once heard it mentioned... she only talked about Easter!
Weeping endures for a night, she would tell her roommates. Oh, but joy comes in the morning!
Nearly every week a new patient would be moved into Room 824, and nearly always when they left, they left with a song in their hearts, a song planted there by Edith Easter.
The nurses soon sensed an aura of joy in Room 824, too, a joy that they couldn't explain, so you would often find that whenever it got a little slow on the floor, they would gravitate towards Edith Easter's room.
....All of them, that is, but one! The head nurse on the evening shift, one Phyllis Cross, who seemed to perfectly live up to her name, intentionally kept her distance from Edith. She would refer to her as that religious nut in 824, and, in general, seemed determined not to let Edith's Easter story rub off on her.
There was a time or two when no one else was available to give Edith her medicine, and Phyllis was forced to go in. But even then she maintained her icy composure and refused to respond to Edith's cheerfulness with so much as a smile.
It was a Monday night late in February, and Edith had taken a turn for the worse. An infection had set in, and her temperature had skyrocketed. Round the clock care was ordered, and being two nurses short, Phyllis Cross herself drew the duty in Room 824.
Edith was in great pain and nearly delirious from the fever, but somehow when Phyllis entered the room, she managed an incredible smile and took the nurse's hand and squeezing it with what little strength she had left, whispered, "I love you, Phyllis, and I'm praying for you."
Now Phyllis Cross was one tough woman! She had been a head nurse in a military unit for 11 years and worked as head nurse in the emergency room for 16 years before that. She had been through three marriages and lived through several personal tragedies. Her face was hardened by the ravages of time and temper. Her eyes possessed a quality of iciness that indicated that all of life was cold and calculated. Whatever fire of warmth that might once have been there had long since been extinguished. In all her years on the 8th floor at Mercy, no one had ever seen her shed a tear; but when that dying woman, whom she had so avoided, squeezed her hand and said, I love you, and I'm praying for you, something inside of her began to melt.
The irony of it all was more than Phyllis could bear. Here was a dying woman (with no hope) praying for HER! Somehow it seemed as though it should have been the other way around! But, of course, Phyllis and prayer were not compatible terms.
The mechanical nurse (as they called her) sat down by Edith's bed and squeezing her hand said, Thanks dear, but there's no use praying for me. God gave up on me a long, long time ago.
No he hasn't! Edith answered, almost defiantly, and I've asked Him not to take me home until you're in the fold, too! All these nurses look up to you, but you're not looking up at all! You've done a lot of livin', Phyllis; but you've never really experienced life!
If you're asking your God to keep you alive until I'm in the fold, Phyllis responded, either He's gonna let you down, or you're going to be the oldest patient in the history of this hospital. Religion has never done a thing for me!
I love you! Edith said it again!
Phyllis froze, expecting this incredible spirit to toss out her Easter question at any moment. It was almost as if Edith sensed that, and knowing the time was not right, she saved that question for the perfect moment.
I love you, she said one more time, and with that Phyllis Cross muttered something about needing to check another patient and slipped hurriedly out the door. This woman's very presence was more than she could handle. She had watched patient after patient assigned to bed two of Room 824 leave that hospital transformed. She had seen four of her nurses demonstrably changed from spending time (after their shift was over) with Edith Berns.
In fact, the greetings on her floor among the staff were as often handclasps and Happy Easter as they were Good morning. Something miraculous was happening on the 8th floor. To some degree it irritated her, yet still something inside of her wondered if this delightfully different dying woman did not have the answers that had so eluded her about the real meaning of life. And the stream of visitors that literally flowed in and out of that room: all of them so joyful! All of them so encouraging! All of them greeting her with Happy Easter, Edith! They talked about her being their spiritual mother, and many referred to that day on the couch in Will Phillips' waiting room.
Something truly remarkable was happening in Room 824. The question Phyllis Cross had to answer was, Am I going to be touched by it? Or avoid it at any cost? For truly, you had to work at it to avoid being touched by it.
It was late in March when Phyllis Cross could contain herself no longer. Early one morning, just after her shift had ended, almost uncontrollably, she was drawn to walk into room 824 before she went home.
The streams of sunlight that flooded the room heightened the beauty of the wall to wall floral arrangements that kept pouring into Edith Easter's room, but the brightest light that morning was in Edith's eyes. It was almost as though she had never been sick.
Oh, the pain was still there! But you seemed to sense that the fragrance of victory made the pain almost of no consequence. Good morning, Phyllis, Edith beamed, I was expecting you.
Phyllis, do YOU believe in Easter?
Ah, but Phyllis, Edith asked, her big blue eyes literally aglow, you have celebrated Easter... but have you EXPERIENCED Easter?
Phyllis, do you believe that the real reason for this life is to store up treasures for the next... treasures of lives that have been touched by yours?
Begin with verse 3! she said. Phyllis read these words...
Don't you see, Phyllis, Edith interrupted her momentarily, The whole gospel is the gospel of Easter.
Phyllis read this:
Edith's eyes met Phyllis' head on.
For the first time in years, tears began to roll down the cheeks of Phyllis Cross as she knelt beside the bed of the first person in years who had told her they loved her, and she asked Edith's friend Jesus to become her Saviour and her friend as well. As she rose from her knees, Phyllis Cross glowed with a joy she had been certain would never be hers.
Do you know what day this is, Phyllis? the sweet old saint asked.
It was late that evening when Phyllis returned to duty on the 8th floor of Mercy Hospital. There was a spring in her step she had never experienced before. The smile on her face seemed almost out of place, yet incredibly welcome by the rest of the staff.
As soon as she had checked on all the emergencies that seemed to always wait for her arrival, she rushed, flowers in hand, into Edith Easter's room. She tiptoed as soon as she realized Edith was asleep. As always with an open Bible in her lap.
Phyllis' smile broadened. For some strange reason, she reached down and took Edith's hand and squeezed it. Only then did she realize - Edith Berns was home at last!
Phyllis Cross looked down and started to speak to the lifeless body that lay before herThen suddenly, she looked straight up instead, and shouted at the top of her voice Happy Easter, Edith! Happy Easter!
One thought raced through her mind and caused her to smile even more as she moved quietly towards the hallway. It was Edith's vow... I've asked God not to take me home until Phyllis is in the fold. God had kept His wordand just in time for Easter.
As Phyllis walked down the narrow hallway to the nurses lounge, the words... they need someone to look up to kept ringing in her ears...
Phyllis glanced around the room, studying their faces, then quietly she said.
I mean REALLY BELIEVE????????
© Russell Kelfer. All rights reserved.
Here is something to remember as you go through your daily lives.
Ruth went to her mail box and there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address.
Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer."
She threw on her coat and hurried out the door. A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk...leaving Ruth with grand total twelve cents to last her until Monday. Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm.
"Hey lady, can you help us, lady?"
Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway. A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.
"Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us. Lady, we'd really appreciate it."
Ruth looked at them both.
They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to.
"Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him."
"Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway."
The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley.
As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.
"Sir, wait!" The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. "Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest."
She handed the man her grocery bag.
"Thank you lady. Thank you very much!"
"Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering. "You know, I've got another coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one." Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street...without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest.
"Thank you lady! Thank you very much!"
Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox.
"That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day."
She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.
The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.