The Hinge Volume 10, Issue 1: Singing is Believing

Easter Morning Logan C. Jones The Lord is risen. The Lord is risen indeed.

Sing this aloud, proclaim it to the ends of the earth: The Lord has set his people free.

The beeper goes off at 9:15 AM. I am sitting in my office at the hospital, on-call for Easter Sunday. I’m putting the finishing touches on my 11:00 AM worship service in the chapel. I plan to use the Moravian Easter liturgy. I cringe when I hear the beeps.

I was hoping for a quiet day. I look at the number to call. My heart sinks. It is the Emergency Department. This is not going to be good, I think.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who by his great mercy has begotten us again unto a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead; unto an inheritance incorruptible and undefiled that fades not away, reserved for us in heaven.

Blessing and honor, glory and power, be with him who sits upon the throne, and unto the Lamb, forever and ever.

The secretary in the ED tells me they have a code coming into the trauma room. It is a 15-year-old boy in full code. That is all she knows. God, no. I head down to the ED. I am not sure what exactly I will find.

He was delivered for our offenses: And was raised again for our justification.

Who shall bring any charges against God’s elect? It is God who justifies.

Who shall separate from the love of God? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, of famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors, through him who loved us.

For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus, our Lord.

I walk into the ED about the same time the ambulance hits the door. I see the stretcher being wheeled into the trauma room. A paramedic straddles this young boy doing chest compressions. Help us all, dear God. The medical team rushes around him. We don’t have a name yet. The EMTs tell me the family is on the way. The doctors and nurses go to work. CPR continues. Labs are drawn. Questions are asked about what happened. The EMTs give jumbled story about the call. It does 29