John


I had known John for some years.  I knew him first as a teenager, now he was a young man and currently worked as a guard on a building site.  Living and sleeping there, he made sure no-one just walked off with construction material, or set up house there in absence of anyone else. 

John had some severe difficulties with his legs, and struggled to find work.  When he was younger and was one of the teenagers I worked with, I went with him several times to a special clinic to get braces and shoes to help him.  He really wanted work and was happy to have this work on the site.  We also give him odd jobs to do and enjoyed him visiting us most days for a meal.  Later he lived by our house, and was more part of our family.

 Coming to our house late one evening, he is extremely upset.  
Having argued with the site engineer, he doesn't want to go back.
John is sick with a bad cold and chesty cough, his head hurts, he has chills, he doesn't have a blanket.  

 I go to the pharmacy and buy antibiotics and paracetamol (acetomenaphin).  We give him a couple of blankets.  A bowl of food.  We pray for him to be healed, and talk with him, counselling him to return to the site and encouraging him to try to get a good sleep.

The next day he comes, his cough and cold are completely healed, he is happy, things are looking up.  
The medicine we gave him cannot be the cause of his good health, it is clear God healed his chest infection overnight.  He already knows and trusts the Lord, and we can praise the Lord together.


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