i went to visit a guy in the hospital the other day. he’s been in and out of trouble for as long as i can remember, and some folks thought it was just a matter of time before he got himself hurt of killed. then a few days ago he suffered a really traumatic wound, and it’s a miracle he’s alive.
so he’s on lots of pain medication and whatnot. there i am trying to tell him a bible story, philosophizing about the parallels between his life and that of the apostle paul, really trying to close the deal for J.C. and this cat is falling asleep on me. i wasn’t really annoyed, but…i was. you know what i mean? i figured that i was more-or-less talking to a wall, so i just finished my story and figured i’d bounce on out of there, never to be thought of again, let alone my story of redemption and transformation and grace. as i’m about to leave, he says: “well yeah, i’m not a very good person either. i don’t know why God would save me…” then we had a conversation about why he might have been spared. he didn’t make any radical life decisions that i know of, but at least he heard me.
anyway, that night i took some nyquil before i went to bed, because i’ve been all stuffy and whatnot. well apparently it worked, cause at 10:30 gretchen had this conversation with me:
her: can you sleep on your side [so you'll stop snoring] just until i fall asleep?
me: no.
her: why not?
me: because of my truck.
her: what?
me: i have to sell my truck first.
then i rolled over.
i heard her.
i seemed non-responsive and spouted some nonsense that she got a good laugh out of, but i did hear her. and i did roll over.
hopefully the guy really heard what i had to say about God, too. who knows?
is the Holy Spirit more powerful than percocet? i think so…
Posted on February 22nd, 2010 by deWeb
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