Lutheran Deaconess Hospital School of Nursing - Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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Lift Up 'Your Eyes The Parish Deaconess A few of the privileges inf eluded in the life of a Deaconess and especially the parish sister are the many and varied opportunities she has in administering to the sick, comforting the sorrowing, and helping the needy-and in doing this she has the door opened to her by which she brings these souls closer to the Master. She is often needn't come to I'rn too far gone, of this Jesus you In . - . p -af-1' '1:: ' JP., f- - 7 -:la . S' ' ' ,, ,A .I ,V ' QQ,- , f - 'bl met with you pray for me- I have no need speak of- and yet often, very often these same individuals greet her later with a cheery HI am so glad you came -won't you read a message to Deaconess Magdalene Klippen Page Twelve si Deaconess Lillian Groh me from God's Word? Thanks for your prayer and singing. Thanks for your kindness in help' ing me. Come again. God bless you, dear Sister. She comes home late at night but happy-for hers has been the privilege to visit a dying patient who was hungry to hear the Word of God and longing for eternal life in heaven. Hers too has been the privilege to bring comforting words to several members of a family who have just had a dear one taken from them, messages strengthening their faith and hope for eternal joy through the merits of our Savior jesus Christ.

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Lift Up 'Your Eyes with a hutcherfknife stuck into it, and an empty milk bottle. The bed- room was in no better condition as the bed clothes were strewn on the floor. There was only one thing to do and that was to try to clean up this messy place and get a fire started in the stove-as it was indeed a bitter cold day. I asked the girl to sweep the floor while the boy took out the ashes, and brought in some wood. Wliile they were doing this I fixed up the bedroom somewhat and then built a ire. Wliile I cleaned up the table, reset it with a plate and a cup for each, and got the scanty noon day meal readygwhich consisted of bread, butter, jelly, warm milk and some fruit which I had brought with me, the children washed their hands, and wiped them on the gi1'l's dresses, as there were no towels. They then scampered into the bedroom to comb their hair- their conversation was as follows: Wl1zrt is this lady come for? She sure is pertieler. My we ain't had the floor swept for months, sis-have we? An' just think she heated the milk-she's from the hospital. They always wear them kind of dresses there, and they always drink warm milk. -They did not agree on this, however-but came out to eat their noon day meal. I asked if they ever said a prayer before meals and the oldest replied, No, hut if you will tell us one we'll remember an' always say it - Yes we will -chimed in the other two. So we said a prayer before we ate our frugal meal. According to the children, Mrs. A the mother-went Nrnost every day to some party and was very seldom home for meals. The children would get their own meals and many days they had to udrink milk with ice on it. Before they went to school the smallest girl came over to me, looked up into my face and said, Did jesus send you over? I guess He knows how cold we are. There are many such homes-especially in the large cities and the question comes' to us with striking force-whose is-the responsibility? Is it not the responsibility of the church to protect the ehildrenfto save them from going down the ladder? Is it not also our responsibility to teach the mother and father their responsibility? Is it not your ref sponsihility and mine to help the city mission worker in her work? Page Eleven

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Lift Up 'Your Eyes Wliat jesus Said I said: Let me walk in the fieldf' God said: Nay, walk in the townf' I said: There are no flowers there: He said: No flowers, but a crown. I said: But the sky is black, 'There is nothing but noise and ding But He wept as He sent me back, There is more, he said, there is sin. I said: But the air is thick, And fogs are veiling the sung He answered: Tet souls are sick, And souls in the dark undone. I said: I shall miss the light, And friends will miss me, they say, He answered me, Choose tonight, If I am to miss you, or they. I pleaded for time to be given: He said: Is it hard to decide? It will not seem hard in Heaven To have followed the steps of your Guide. I cast one look at the fields, Then set my face to the town: He said: My child, do you yield? Will you leave the flowers for the crown? Then into ,His hand went mine, And into my heart came He: And I walk in a light Divine, 'The path I had feared to see. -George MacDonald. Page Thirteen