My wife Emily and I are spending our final night at Methodist Germantown Hospital following the birth of our twins — Stuart and Anna Charlotte. Our little critters were born on Tuesday night around 10:15 pm. Experiencing the birth of one’s child is an awe-inspiring thing; I wrote on my Twitter account earlier today that there is a great deal of theology wrapped up in the experience of caring for newborn infants — it’s just that it is so visceral it is hard to put into words.
I ought to write more about parenting on this blog in general. But what I want to write about tonight is a certain part of our experience at this hospital in particular. We are in the Women’s & Children’s Pavilion here at Methodist Germantown, a wing of the hospital that was opened in 2010. It is a wonderful facility with a wonderful staff. The care we have received from physicians, nurses, housekeepers, and other folks has been remarkable. Having a child (and especially twins!) is an anxiety-filled task. So being shepherded by caring and skilled people makes the entire process much easier.
There’s one other aspect of what Methodist stands for that I wanted to highlight as well. It has been as important to me as the staff. And some of it is represented by the photos that accompany this blog post (which I took with my phone and which are all from different places in the hospital). There are statements of the Christian orientation of the hospital everywhere: from crosses in each room, to Scripture passages in hallways, to a wonderful series of drawings of Christ and the Apostles in the hall leading to the cafeteria.
All these items are quiet reminders that the work of the hospital is done out of the Christian calling to care for the bodies and souls of needful people. And as I have walked these halls over the past 48 hours, they have been a reminder to me that God is present here and caring for us and everyone else here. That has been incredibly reassuring to me.
Deuteronomy 33:27 says, “The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” It is a good thing to be reminded of that, especially in times and places of real vulnerability.