Extending Overwhelming Grace

In about 1995, the company I was working with had a blood drive.  I had never given blood, but I decided, with some prodding by my coworkers, to join the blood drive.  Nearly passed out when I gave that first pint.  

Some time later I was contacted by the Red Cross and informed that I was O negative, CMV negative.  That meant absolutely nothing to me.  They then informed me that not only was I a universal donor but because of the CMV negative – by the way CMV is Cytomegalovirus, it is a highly contagious and most people have it, it can cause problems in babies, more on that in a bit – because I did not have CMV they told me that they would use my blood with burn victims and also divide it into four parts and give it to newborns who were in need of a transfusion.  

So, from that point on I was called by the Red Cross every 60 days to give blood.  After 9/11 I called to see if I could give blood.  The person that answered said they had enough in stock.  I told them that I was O negative, CMV negative.  “When can you come in?” was the response.

When I was diagnosed with Lymphoma that ended my blood donor status.  Up to that point I had given 8 gallons of blood.

I have shared before that when I started treatment for cancer I began to ask those who were taking care of me how I could pray for them.  In August of 2021,  I was given the sixth maintenance round of chemo.  They were two days.  On the second day it is about a six-hour infusion.  On the second day I asked my nurse how I could pray for her.  I knew from previous prayer requests that she was pregnant and had delivered her baby.  She told me that she had contracted CMV just as she had become pregnant from her first child.  He got it in day care – day care is one of the more frequent places CMV is passed on.  She had a C-section at 37 weeks.  CMV when passed on congenitally can cause birth defects.  In this case it did.  Her son could not hear or see and has some brain development issues.  I found myself nearly in tears over this.  I shared about giving blood.

The thing that really got me was that my youngest son and his wife had just had their second child 5 weeks earlier.  Their first child, like my nurse's, had been in day care.  The situation was identical, but my grandson had not contracted CMV and given it to his pregnant mother. 

Romans 12.15 came to mind: “Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.”  This was one of those times that I felt completely helpless.  I hurt for her, and at the same time rejoiced that my son’s wife had been in an identical situation and was spared, our family was spared, that challenge.

As I review this, I know that at some point I will be back in the cancer center getting chemo again.  I – look forward is not quite right – anticipate seeing this nurse again or at least getting an update from one of the other nurses.  I am interested in how she is dealing with this and how the Lord has supported her and her family.  

As believers we are to engage with people that are hurting.  We are to move toward them.  We are to extend the grace that we have been given and love them.  In some cases, like this one, it may mean we hurt with them, weep with them, pray for them.  In others it may mean that we engage in other ways.  The point is Jesus is our model, He engaged with hurting, broken, sinners.  He healed, encouraged, and wept.

So should we.