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Better Doctors?

Nobody likes to be a patient in the hospital.  But I believe that’s exactly where God wanted me, even while waiting to be discharged. 

As I sat in my room, anxious to leave, I got a routine visit by a patient relations officer of the hospital. She had a long list of questions for me about how I felt the hospital staff dealt with their patients.  After gathering my information, she asked me what I thought could be improved in dealing with patients.

I realized it was a great open-ended question.  Any time someone asks a question–I consider it’s God’s opportunity!

I immediately suggested it might help if they could introduce their patients to the eight best doctors available.  I couldn’t believe I was being so bold.  With big eyes, she asked me who these eight doctors are.  I’m sure she was trying to be polite.

With a smile, I told her about Dr. Nutrition, then Dr. Exercise,  and Dr. Water,  and so on–until I’d covered all eight of the health principles!  Finally  I introduced myself as a Seventh-day Adventist with a faith that had some common beliefs with Muslims.  I mentioned we are very careful not to eat pork.  We don’t drink alcohol or gamble.  And we are waiting for the second coming of Jesus.

She and I talked for an hour about many things–her time in the United States, her graduate work in education.  We talked about the situation in the country, Muslims’ beliefs, and her feeling that the young people in the country want change.  She felt the great obstacle to change is the older generation–and the culture.

I asked her how I could help.  I offered to pray with her.

That was the first prayer I had ever had with a Muslim.  I had never imagined in my whole life that I would be able to pray with a Saudi Muslim woman.  I felt the Spirit working as I prayed; I heard that small voice saying, “Pray more!”  When I was done, she was so happy and thankful. I believe God put me there for her at the perfect time.

That was a year ago.  Last month I had to be admitted to the hospital again!  I prayed that God would send somebody I could share His Word with.  I watched and wondered, but the situation was different.  Even after two days, I didn’t seen any opportunity to share His truth in a deeper way as before.  I felt sad.

I was given my discharge papers and, once again, I was waiting to be discharged when I heard a knock on my door.  The same patient relations officer stood in the doorway!  She exclaimed, “I’ve met you before!”

I knew God had answered my prayer.  He had brought her back to me!  Again we talked about mny things, even about the Muslim belief that they are saved by good works.  Once more God opened doors for me to share with her.

I explained that only through Jesus Christ can we be saved–a gift He gives us, accepted through our trust in Him.  Before she left she asked me to pray for her.  She was hoping to find an apartment close to the hospital.  Once again I prayed for her, but not only to find an apartment!  I prayed that God would reveal Himself to her and her family.

That is a prayer that I know He is answering.  I would love to be part of what He is doing in Heba’s life right now, but it’s OK if my part is simply to pray for her.  I will trust God to be working.  I invite you to join me in this journey of praying and trusting!  God wants to save Heba!  –LA

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