Death Comes When You Least Expect It

By Dale A. Robbins
It was a typical Monday morning in the church office. I was sipping a cup of coffee, reviewing my schedule for the week when my secretary buzzed. "You have an emergency call from the hospital," she said. As she transferred the call, I was concerned that it might involve an injury or illness of one our elderly members" but it didn't at all.

"Are you the pastor of Mickey Wilson?" the male voice asked. "Yes, I am" I replied. "Reverend, I am the emergency room physician at the community hospital. Moments ago Mr. Wilson was brought in by ambulance from his place of employment, and we need you here as soon as you can arrive."

I was taken back by this news, and especially at the patient's name. I had to doublecheck. "Are you sure you're referring to 'Mickey,' a tall, young athletic man in his late 20's?" I asked. "Yes sir, we're sure" was the response.

The call was abrupt and to the point and I departed immediately driving as hastily as I could... Read More >>