My father-in-law is dying.
It will happen in a matter of hours or, at most, a few days. I'm not God so I cannot be 100% sure, but the doctor has said the man's illnesses are "insurmountable." He will pass soon.
Because we do not want him to be alone when his time comes, somebody sits with him in his hospital room round the clock. Last evening, I met my daughter Rachel, an emergency room nurse in the same hospital, in the hospital lobby. Together, we planned to stay and care for my father-in-law throughout the night.
In those twelve quiet hours, I learned more about servanthood than I've learned in my entire life. What a blessing it was to learn from my daughter how to selflessly, sacrificially serve another suffering human. I feel like I attended an intense servant bootcamp of sorts.
Jesus taught and modeled this type of servanthood with his disciples. Before now I've only read the accounts. Now I've experienced it myself.
It's hard work.
It's smelly and gross at tim