The Biggest Event In This Man’s Life

A dream…

This time, I am an angel of the Lord,
A recording angel,
Sent to accompany one of the healing angels of the Lord on a mission of mercy and grace, and to answer a believer’s prayer.

We are in one of the top hospitals in the world,
In the cardiologist department.

Before me, is the head of the department,
An African-American doctor well known for his newest advanced treatments in cardiology. (He was very proud of himself, having come so far despite those who had been prejudiced against him because of his ethnicity.)

Also with him in his office, is his wife and son.

His wife is still quite pretty despite her older age, dressed in the latest of fashions, and her glossy hair smoothed out into a shoulder-length bob, and his son, a teenager, only fourteen years old, was with her. The son looked like he had taken a short break from his prep school, for he still had on the sharp looking dark blue pants and crisp white shirt, tie, and blazer that was the uniform of the private school.

It was noon, and the man’s wife and children had come to see if they could pull him away from his work for just an hour or so for lunch.

I watched, as they began to argue, for the man had already forbidden his wife and child to come and trouble him while he was working. But his wife still pleaded with him, telling him that it was the only place that he would even stop to listen to them, and since it was during his lunch break, she felt he should be able to spend some time with them.

The boy then picked up a handful of fat tongue depressors that had been sitting on the cardiologist’s desk, and began stuffing them into his suit pocket. The man became quite upset at this, and told him to stop and put them back. His son then told him that he needed them for his school project, as regular Popsicle sticks were too thin for his use. The father then returned to fighting with the mother, blaming her for interrupting his day and trying to shame her into leaving. But she would not.

I knew the man would not leave and go to lunch with his wife, for he felt could not; he had pompously just told his staff that they could take their breaks, and that he alone would stay and watch over the patients for the next half an hour. It wasn’t like the unit was full; there was only four patients in his unit, and he was very confident that he could handle it all by himself.

Of the four patients, one was his closest friend, a man he had grown up with and gone to school with. He was most worried about him, for he exhibited the worst of symptoms, and looked to be on his last breath. He hated the thought that there was not more that he could do for him, and he feared that his best friend would die under his care.

Of the remaining three patients, there was another one that he felt shouldn’t even have been admitted into his care, for he felt his case was not serious enough to warrant his attention. He remained there under his care, as a favor to another, who was on the board of directors. (He resented this.)

Suddenly, as the man and wife continued to argue, one of the heart monitors begins to fluctuate. I waited for the man to stop arguing with his wife, and go check it out, but he was not paying any attention to anything except his wife.

I went into the room of this man’s best friend, and watched the heart monitor completely change, and listened to the man warmly chuckle and laugh with joy. My angel partner was doing his work on him as he had been ordered to do by the great I AM. The man was being completely healed and strengthened, and was being told what he was to do with the rest of his life. He was to give up his previously self-centered lifestyle and serve the one who had just saved him. This pleased the man very much, for he had always wondered in the back of his mind, if there really was a God somewhere up in the heavens, and now he was getting all the proof he needed that there was. I listened to his voice, (it reminded me of James Earl Jones,) and was warmed by his enthusiasm upon receiving his instructions. I kept thinking that the cardiologist should be in this room witnessing this, but when I went back out to check in on him, he was still too engrossed in arguing with his wife.

This grieved me greatly, (as it did the Lord,) for I knew that he was missing the biggest event in this man’s life. His eternal life, and those of his family’s, was at stake. If he had been in that room, witnessing all that transpired, he would have become a believer in Christ. His then changed behavior, would have caused his wife and son to also become a believer in Jesus. But because the man had not taken the few minutes that was needed the night before, to tell his wife something that showed he still cared for her, and ask his son how he was doing in school, he was now missing the most important moment of his entire life, and even the most important moment of his friend’s life.

For from this moment on, the cardiologist would begin to grow apart from his closest friend, because he would not believe what had just happened to him, and would think his best friend was crazed. His friend would try to tell him what had really transpired in that room, but he would never come to believe it. He would peruse past the monitor’s print outs and see the return to normal heart beats, but would have no reasoning for it, except for his friend probably following his regiment so closely.

Just moments after my angel of healing partner left the cardiologist’s best friend, the other man’s heart monitor, the one who the cardiologist felt should not have even been there, began to beat erratically, and then flat lined. I went back out to check on the cardiologist, but once again, he was too involved in arguing with his wife, (trying to be self-righteous,) that he completely missed the other man’s heart alarm going off.

This saddened both me and the Lord, for we knew that all it would take to save this man, was a defibrillator  to his chest, and all would have been well again. (No prayers were ever said for this man, and he was a staunch atheist, so we did not intervene.)

But the man ended up dying. And as this man was not a believer, we knew his soul would now go down into hell. Had he lived, we had hope that he still, somehow, might have turned from his wicked ways and come to the Lord, but his time had run out and now it was too late.

The cardiologist stopped arguing with his wife, when he seen his best friend calmly walk out of his room and into his office to say goodbye. The cardiologist strongly argued then with him, that despite him felling better, he should stay in the hospital under observation, just in case his symptoms should return. But he then told him what had happened, and that he no longer had need of the sick bed, for the Lord On High had healed him.

His wife also then turned away, and with her son, left her husband there at the hospital, for she knew then that no matter what, he would not go out with them for lunch that day.

After his wife and friend left, the cardiologist checked up on the rest of his patients, and discovered the now dead man that had been forced under his care. He reviewed the records, and soon realized that he probably would have lived had he not been so distracted by his wife and son. His guilt was so strong that he never told another person at the hospital of what he had let happen, but he went home that night and blamed his wife for the man’s death. After that, the wife soon left him, and sued him for divorce, and received custody of his son.

I then woke up.

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1 Corinthians 7:3-4 (1599 Geneva)

“Let the husband give unto the wife due benevolence, and likewise also the wife unto the husband. The wife hath not the power of her own body, but the husband: and likewise also the husband hath not the power of his own body, but the wife.”

1 Corinthians 7:16 (1599 Geneva)
“For what knowest thou, O wife, whether thou shalt save thine husband? Or what knowest thou, O man, whether thou shalt save thy wife?”

Malachi 2:14-16 ESV
“But you say, “Why does he not?” Because the Lord was witness between you and the wife of your youth, to whom you have been faithless, though she is your companion and your wife by covenant. Did he not make them one, with a portion of the Spirit in their union? And what was the one God seeking? Godly offspring. So guard yourselves in your spirit, and let none of you be faithless to the wife of your youth. “For the man who does not love his wife but divorces her, says the Lord, the God of Israel, covers his garment with violence, says the Lord of hosts. So guard yourselves in your spirit, and do not be faithless.”

Colossians 3:19 ESV
Husbands, love your wives, and do not be harsh with them.

Proverbs 31:10 ESV
An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels.

John 15:13 (KJV)
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

Luke 5:24-26 (KJV)
“…I say unto thee, Arise, and take up thy couch, and go into thine house. And immediately he rose up before them, and took up that whereon he lay, and departed to his own house, glorifying God. And they were all amazed, and they glorified God, and were filled with fear, saying, We have seen strange things to day.”

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Something Of Good Report

Something else happened during our vacation, something of good report that I would like to share with you. It happened in Morro Bay, California.

I was struggling to carry my purse, with all the water bottles in it, (enough for all of us to use for lunch,) so I had my kids take turns in helping me to carry it while we walked amongst the ocean front shops in Morro Bay. Normally I make sure to carry my own purse, for I usually feel somehow bereft without it.

When we came to the restaurant where we were to have lunch, the kids took their water out, and I went back to carrying it myself.

There were long lines to use the lady’s room, and as I stood in line waiting, I got to know a few of them who were nearest to me. We talked about general things, mostly about Morro Bay and how each of our days were going there. After I used the lady’s room, I went back out to where my family was still in line to order. We waited a while, till it was finally our turn to order. We ordered, and sat down to wait for the food. When it came up, and was brought back to our table, I suddenly realized that my purse was missing.

I quickly asked my kids and husband, but they did not have it either.

I knew then that I had left it somewhere.

I went back to the line at the lady’s bathrooms, and asked those who were next in line, if they could check for me if they had seen it in there. They answered me with a no. No one had seen it.

Do you know what it is like, to suddenly know that your whole life that was in your purse, is simply gone? It wasn’t the loss of cash that bothered me, (I only had fifteen dollars in it,) but it was the thought of having to cancel my three bank cards, re-apply for a driver’s license, somehow manage to order and re-pay for the three prescription eye glasses that had I kept in it, and of course having to deal with the loss of my cell phone. Then there was the concern that someone would steal my identity and write out checks from my check book.

As I stood there on the busy restaurant’s patio, I looked all around me, at all the faces of those who were eating there, and I suddenly struggled just to breathe.

“Oh Jesus!” I exclaimed under my breath. “Please help me!”
(I was thinking in terms of being able to breathe and not to pass out, but in the end the Lord helped me even beyond those immediate concerns.)

One of the workers there, had overheard me asking others about the missing purse, and he came up to me, and told me to check up front to see if it was in their lost and found.

I went up to ask them, but they did not have it. They told me to ask those at the next store, just in case.

When I asked them, they let me know that they had a purse given to them not too long ago, and they were just about to call out over their intercom system my name, in an effort to reach the owner of it.

They were reluctant to hand it over to me, and asked me for identification, to prove I was who I said I was. But all my identification was in my purse. (Sadly, my driver’s license photo has me with my hair down and all fuzzy, and not up in a pony tail as I wore on that day. So the likeness was not immediate to see.) Finally, I had given them so many other pieces of information about what was in the purse, that they came to believe that it really was mine, and so they returned it to me.

As I walked back to the place where our food was, I seen two ladies sitting there at another nearby table, no longer eating, but simply watching. One of them said to the other with great excitement: “See? That is her! She got it back!”

I walked up to them, and asked them if they were the ones who had found it and turned it in to that store.

They said yes, and then the one who had found it began to tell of how she found it in the lady’s room, and couldn’t find me to return it to me, and how she wasn’t really sure of what I exactly looked like. (She remembered me with my jacket on, but I had taken it off to eat.) She was concerned that I would think that she had gone through my purse, so she just handed it over to the restaurant, who brought it to the other shop. (Apparently the shops are owned by the same person.)
I then asked her if I could give her a hug, of which she returned somewhat reluctantly. But I sensed somehow, that she was spiritually clean, and therefore o.k. to hug. I heard her then tell me that the Lord told her what to do with it, for it had happened to her many times before in her life. “That’s why I don’t carry purses anymore!,” she exclaimed to me. I excitedly asked her “You ARE a believer, aren’t you!” She gave a startled nod of agreement, and I motioned to her to give me a high-five, which she reluctantly did. At this point, I realized that she must not be too comfortable with my displays of emotion, and was probably older than I was. Her friend had all gray hair, but hers was a solid brown color. (Mine is just beginning to get streaks in it.) I figured she must have colored her hair to conceal her age. (It worked!) So I thanked her profusely several times, blessed her even more times in the name of Jesus, before leaving.

After they had left, I suddenly realized that I had forgot to offer her a monetary reward. Twice before I had lost my purse, and each time it was returned to me, I would give the finder a few twenties, as a way of thanking them. But this time, I did not have that cash to offer. Just the fifteen dollars, which seemed to be a pittance in return to what she had done for me.

“Oh Lord!” I said under my breath, “I sure wished I could have offered her a monetary reward!”

But the Lord responded to me immediately. “No Ma Petite. She would have been insulted.”

I was shocked at this. “Really? She would have?”

“Yes.”

So I sat there, and wondered what else I could do for her. Then I figured that being a believer, prayers would be the logical answer. I could do that for her instead.

So several times, during the trip, and even to this day, whenever I feel my purse, or think of her good work that she did in Jesus name, I give thanks to God for her, and I then ask the Lord to please bless her and her friend greatly, and answer whatever prayers that they are petitioning Him for. Whatever that is on their heart, whatever they desire, may the Lord give it to them with overflowing abundance! I ask this in the name of Jesus! I sensed that their need was not monetary, but was more for a loved ones salvation. Whatever it is, I ask the Lord to please grant it to them on my behalf.

For “…if two of you agree on earth about anything they ask, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven.” (Matthew 18:19 ESV)

Thank you Jesus for answering my prayers!

Even more than the return of my purse, I greatly appreciated the meeting of another believer. After surviving the stronghold of San Luis Obispo, just knowing that there was another believer near by, and being able to worship the Lord together with them, was a gem in and of itself!

Thank you sisters, where ever you are now. Your good deed in His name will not be forgotten. Indeed, I still give glory to the Father, for what He did in you both on that day!

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Matthew 5:16 (KJV)
“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.”

John 14:13-14 (KJV)
“And whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that will I do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If ye shall ask any thing in my name, I will do it.”

John 16:23-24 (ESV)
“…Truly, truly, I say to you, whatever you ask of the Father in my name, He will give it to you. Until now you have asked nothing in my name. Ask, and you will receive, that your joy may be full.”

John 15:16 (ESV)
“You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you.”

John 15:7 (ESV)
“If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.”

James 1:5-6 (ESV)
“If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him. But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind.”

1 John 3:22 (ESV)
“and whatever we ask we receive from him, because we keep his commandments and do what pleases him.”

1 John 5:14-15 (CJB)
“This is the confidence we have in his presence: if we ask anything that accords with his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us — whatever we ask — then we know that we have what we have asked from him.”

Hebrews 13:21 (NLT)
“may he equip you with all you need for doing his will. May he produce in you, through the power of Jesus Christ, every good thing that is pleasing to him. All glory to him forever and ever! Amen.”

I Tim. 5:22, Lay hands suddenly on no man, neither be partaker of other men’s sins; keep thyself pure.

Philippians 4:8 (KJV)
“Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.”
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