I once had a situation in which the husband of a member of my church suffered from a long-term debilitating illness which required long-term care. He had to be in the hospital for several months straight. Even though I generally don’t enjoy hospital visits, I really didn’t mind visiting him and found him to always be pleasant and actually fun to visit with. He was quite the storyteller. He had served in the US Navy in WWII.However, the hospital he was in was an hour away, I was working a full-time job on top of trying my best to be a faithful pastor, husband and father, and I could only get over to see him about once a week. It wasn’t an acute illness, but was a long-term condition, so I really didn’t see any need to visit him every single day or even every other day. Anyway, the lady’s daughter, who was raised in our church but who had married a Baptist and attended a Baptist Church nearby, got her pastor to go see her Dad in the hospital, and we both happened to show up about the same time. He was leaving as I was arriving. In the hallway, he tried to shame me a bit, saying the family had had to ask him to visit their sick relative. I thought it was just about the weirdest thing I ever heard, him acting like he had to go to so much trouble to visit his member’s father, and then insinuating that I hadn’t been up to visit the man as often as I should have.