Royal Lancaster Infirmary

I went to Lancaster this week to visit a former Sunday School teacher of mine who lies in the Royal Infirmary with pneumonia. I suspect she is now well enough to return home but the Byzantine methods of the NHS keep her there, even though beds are scarce. She was being housed in the old part, dating back to 1896, duly opened that year by the Duke and Duchess of York, bestowing the word ‘royal’ to its name. Above that old entrance, and taken from an old cottage hospital on Castle Hill, is a stone relief of the Good Samaritan. Christian teaching was very much the motivation behind the old hospitals. Supporting the weak, assisting the diseased and comforting the dying: all are urged by scripture and are the outworkings of saving faith.

Today, sadly, healthcare has abandoned its Christian foundation. The current legislative attempts to kill off the dying will nicely complement our hospitals’ and clinics’ roles in murdering the unborn and mutilating those who survive in the name of transgender ideology.

Hospitals began with the intention of doing good and expressing Christian faith; now thoroughly secular, they have become temples of death as well as shrines to life. 

A. D