Does Jesus Wear Blue Scrubs?

I recently spent six days in Parkview Regional Medical Center (just a fancy way of saying a big honking hospital). You can learn a lot about yourself and the world in six days. You can also learn a lot about people... particularly nurses. Nurses dedicate their vocation (and yes I use the word vocation with intention to see how it is a calling) to caring for the sickest among us. They wade through blood, poop, blown IVs, vomit, being yelled at and worse. Sometimes all that occurs in a matter of minutes other times days, but their's is a tough road.

While at PRMC, I received the best care anyone could have ever asked for. Every 12 hours the shift would change but the level of care never did. Each person who walked into my room in blue scrubs treated me exactly how they would have treated their best friend, mother, daughter or spouse. I was treated with respect, dignity, and, yes, even love. My nurses comforted me in the night, explained what they were doing and even took walks with me. So my question stands: Does Jesus wear blue scrubs? Because it sure felt like I was in a holy presence when I was with these individuals. If only we were all a bit more like them.