Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock: And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock. 

And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand: And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it. 

Matthew 7:24-27 When I worked in juvenile detention, we would get youngsters that would maybe only stay through a weekend with us. Kind of a wakeup call, if you will. Often the parents would bring their child’s medication to be administered and we would dutifully enter the medication name, dosage and frequency. 

          Often the teens (for the most part, infrequently we would get one who was a pre-teen or even a 10 – 11-year-old) would try to tell us that they got their medication at a different time, different dosage or just that they didn’t take that medication any more. 

          By policy we had to administer the medication according to what was labeled on the pill bottle. That’s where the problem started for one young man. We tried to give him a certain medication according to the schedule on the bottle. He fought with us (not physically, but that did enter into it a bit later) and kept telling us we were wrong. 

          Eventually he took the medication (with an “I’ll show you!” attitude) and life went on . . . for a few hours. The next thing we know, this young man is jumping from table to table (in the rec/dining hall room), laughing, shouting, throwing things all over the place. 

          When we tried to restrain him, it was like a greased pig contest with 3 or 4 male staff trying to, first, catch him, and secondly, get him under control. It was a wild half hour I can tell you that! 

          Eventually he calmed down and we got him into his cell where he promptly fell asleep. Several hours later, when his next dose was due, we went through the contest of greased pig again. The next day (Sunday) the same thing happened when the next group of staff tried to give him the medication – according to the directions on the bottle. 

          You’re probably thinking, “Why didn’t you call his mother and find out about the meds?” Trust me, we tried! For almost the remainder of our shift and the staff from the next shift called and called. No answer and no voice mail. 

          You might also be thinking, “Why didn’t you call your medical people to verify the medication?” We did. It was the correct medication in that bottle. 

          Late Sunday afternoon Mom came to pick up her child. When she asked staff how his behavior was, they told her about his reluctance to take his medication and when he did, the behavior he exhibited. They showed her the bottle and she told us she had just put his meds in the bottle, but the dosage on the bottle (2 pills every 4 hours) was wrong! He was only supposed to get 1 pill per day! 

          That would have been good info to have at the outset! We told her that we trusted her and the issues we had with her son were a result in she not informing us. When she dropped off his medications, they were in a plastic sack and that was that. No, “By the way . . .” or “He only takes . . .” Nope, just a sack full of bottles with meds. 

          Thank God we have the Word! It is clear in its instruction with the promise of blessings when we follow it! 

Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. Psalm 199:105 

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