It was friday evening, April 19,2007, By the grace of God, I had set a journey for a hospital visitation with my other friends. We were almost twelve of us in the group going for the hospital ministry. The hospital that we usually go for visitation was a hospital that treated patients of all categories, some were AIDs patients , some tuberculosis , some with other dieases. But that friday was a very special time. As we went to the hospital campus, we had a small prayer and then we entered the hospital. We took the permission from the nurse at duty and started visiting all the wards. In every ward we had one or two songs at the beginning and then a general prayer and then we went to bed by bed and met all the patients individually, we listened to the problem each patients facing and then we encouraged them talked about the Hope in Jesus Christ and finally made a prayer for each patients. Our group were divided and so each of us took atleast one patients in order to talk and pray. As I went one by one to many patients. I felt so sad because they were sick and needy. I wondered if Jesus was there , He would have healed each and every one of them. He would have touched the wounded one and remove all their pains.As I prayed for the patients that I took and talked with, I felt more need of the divine power in me. I felt I need more courage and more humility and more compassion to love all the people. I felt unworthiness in me and I felt that what I am doing for them is very minute, I felt that my ministry is not that much great because I am not able to do anything for them except prayer. But then that was what I could do that moment. We visited many wards that evening. But as we were coming to an end. The second last ward of the hospital had a very weak and feeble patient. As we were singing in that ward and prayering that man was shouting and singing a different kind of song. After the general prayer my fellow friendst went to differnt patients but this patient was left. He was very weak, He couldnot get up, He couldnot speak much. He was bedridden. He had nobody to care for him. Oh ! what I great pain I was feeling in me. I could count all the bones of his body because he was in bones and skins. I was absolutely sad. Nobody were willing to talk to him or go beside him. But finally I made my steps towards him and as I went nearby him and talked with him. I found that even in that sick bed the man was still confident to live and still confident that Jesus will bless him. I asked him, if he did believe in Jesus Christ. And he nodded that he did believe in Jesus. I felt more and more need of God's power in me to pray for him. I didnot know what to pray for this troubled soul. I didnot know how to pacify and tell him that Jesus cares for him. But yet I made an effort and told him that Jesus love Him and that He is going to be with him always and That He would heal him. And I left my brother in that bedridded condition.And finally visiting one more wards , we left the hospital. I noted down the name of that weak person in a piece of paper and then came back. When I reached back to my room, I wrote his name once again on a piece of paper and stucked it on my wall so that I always remember to pray for him. But I didnot know what plan God had for him. Today saturday 20th of April,2007, I met with one of my friend who was with me in the ministry and he informed me that the person that I prayed for yesterday died last night just after 30 minutes we prayed for him. I am still shocked to know this news. I donot know what purpose God has in our life. But one thing I know that God always does good things for us. I donot know why God took me to hospital on friday night and particularly to that man. I donot know why that man died just after few minutes we came. I donot know the answer. But I know that man, His name is vijay , is victorious in Jesus Christ. I know even though at the last moment of his life, he could hear the message of hope in Jesus Christ from my unclean lips. I know God will give him a place in eternal kingdom. I know when Jesus will come for the second time , He will call his name and say " come oh weary son, come to my eternal home". I am so much in pain loosing my brother that I have talked with yesterday. He is my brother in Christ. I donot know what hold for me tomorrow. But I know Jesus will carry me. But I will constantly pray that God will allow me to see that brother one day in heaven and that I will meet him there where no sicknesses will touch him. No sorrow will will overwhelm him. Oh dear friend, what is that you are busy with? what are you doing with your life? Do you know what time the Lord shall call you or what time will be your end?
Change your ways today and Come to Jesus... who know you may be dead in few moments. Oh speak for Jesus, There are many who are still thirsty for the message of Jesus, many are weary and broken who doesnot know where they can find peace.....
Oh come on, March on with the name of Jesus, go to every house and every hospitals and every village and cities and proclaim the name of Jesus. Let not even one soul perish without having hope in Jesus.
Let us awake and keep the light burning for Jesus so that When He comes we can all meet Him, rejoicing to reach His eternal home.
Peace and Joy be with you forever.
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