On the Right to Die

I’ve never had particularly strong feelings on the issue of the so-called right to die.

My experience with the issue has been limited. The only real experience I’ve had is when my 93 year-old grandmother was near death.

The home health nurse told us she would likely not make it through the night. In fact, my grandmother was in so much pain she was barely conscious and just kept moaning and saying “Lord please take me.” She just wanted to die.

I prayed for her. I put my hand on her shoulder and prayed for healing. The next morning we received a call saying my grandmother was awake and coherent, as if nothing had ever happened. She lived another three fairly normal months. Continue reading “On the Right to Die”