I decided to go to the hospital tonight to visit the Chaplain. I had some things I needed to make sure he knew.
So I did touch his hand and I spoke with him, told him it was hot out and the tomatoes were delicious, and that the trucks are on the roadside selling fruit.
I told him, he had more people praying for him, than I have ever seen pray for one man.
The big reason I had to go was this....
Chaplain McClemore, "my husband was a good Christian man when he left for Iraq. I was worried about him being there for so long, I was worried that he might come home broken physically or emotionally. Well I want you to know, he came back from Iraq an even Better Stronger Christian man. I thank you for having 2 services on Sundays so my husband could come after work. Thank you for having services on Wednesday. My Dear Husband loves you, and even though I have only met you twice, guess what I love you too. My husband is praying for you, and I am saying one anytime I think of it. Your work as Chaplain, has been a blessing to all of your brothers. You try and rest, morning will be here before you know it."
He is still unresponsive.