Never Ever Give Up

I have a testimony that is long overdue now.
It is so important to pray for our loved ones while they are living even if we think there is no hope, because the hope only ends when they have died.

Heb 9:27 And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment

But while there is life there is hope…

This story is about my sister who was unsaved, although she was brought up as a Christian, she later followed an Indian religion, where she met her husband. They believed in Christ but that He was a prophet as many false religions do, just touching on the truth.

Whenever we saw each other or spoke over the phone she would want to talk to me about her ‘master’ we always landed up arguing although she loved me (and I her) very much.
We lived quite far apart in South Africa and didn’t really get to see each other much, and because I couldn’t talk to her about Christianity peacefully, I just kept on praying for her and the rest of my family.
In time she became very ill, she was trying to treat a malenoma ‘her way’ but her health was deteriorating rapidly.
The Thursday afternoon my niece phoned me to say her mother had been admitted to the Hospice and was in a coma. The staff, from experience didn’t think she had much more than a day or so to live. We made arrangements that we, my father and my family, would drive through the next day.
I didn’t know what to do and phoned my wife’s cousin, Abraham, who is a youth pastor at his church, and asked if we could pick him up the next day and if he would come with us to see her and speak to her, even while a coma.

I want to make a bit of a diversion here, but this has everything to do with what happened.

That Thursday afternoon my wife ‘by chance’ found an old diary of mine that my two daughters, then about seven years old, had been playing ‘house’ with. Inside the diary was a ‘Bread of Life’ verse card they had stuck in there. She showed it to me when I came home from work and then put it in her purse, not understanding the significance but wanting to share it with Abraham.

Friday late afternoon, we arrived at my wife’s sister’s house in a suburb of Johannesburg, South Africa, where we would be sleeping over. Shortly afterwards my niece phoned again asking where we were because the staff at the hospital gave her only hours to live. We still had to fetch Abraham on the opposite side of the city.
I must admit at this time I was reluctant to see my sister in that state.

When Abraham climbed in the car and we drove off, he said he had been praying a lot and asked God what he could say to her, and that God had given him a dream but he just couldn’t remember what it was.
That’s when we started telling him about the card in the old diary, and showed it to him, he was so excited and kept saying “That’s it, that’s what the Lord told me in the dream”.

The verse was Rom 10:13 For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.

I want to add here that although it was about a 3/4 hour drive to the hospital it took us nearly 2 hours, with all the one-way roads going the wrong way and we just couldn’t find the place – everything was going wrong.
At the Hospice my brother-in-law met us and took us in to my sister where we all gathered around her. It was terrible to see, she was taking these big gasps of air and then it would be still for a few seconds and then the same thing again – those big gasps, was it fear? The stench of death was thick in the room. I could see how it affected my dad, the tears were pouring down his cheeks – to see his eldest die before him. I felt so sorry for him.

It wasn’t long before Abraham came to me and said “The Lord told me she has not long to live and we must speak to her now”.
After everone had left the room he closed the door and we started to speak to her about Jesus, how much He loves her and how He had died on the cross for her sins, and so on. He then went on to tell her what God had shown him, that all she needed to do was to call out to Jesus Christ and He will be there for her and He will save her. He also told her that at the end of the tunnel where the light was that is where Jesus was waiting for her. She soon became very calm and after about 15-20 minutes of sharing Jesus with her she died. When we let everyone come in again her husband was the first to remark how peaceful she looked. I believe that she DID call on the Name of the Lord and she is there with Him (and also with my mom and dad now)

I believe because of our prayers, Jesus gave her another chance. That He confirmed our scripture verse with what Abraham had dreamt not for His sake but ours, that we will know that she is saved and also that, because of the coma she HAD to listen.

I have kept that card with me in my wallet about 8-9 years now, I took it out to get the scripture verse to write this.
I can’t remember noticing it before but do you want to know what is on the reverse side of the card?

Neh 8:10b Neither be ye sorry; for the joy of the LORD is your strength.

Thank you for all the answered prayers Lord, always at the right time…

What do YOU think?

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  1. What an awesome testimony! It also encourages me.My 76 year old father is also not a believer.While he is not sick,I think his age is starting to make his situation dire.I pray for him everyday. He says ” Why wouldn’t Jesus just reveal Himself to everybody in a tangible way?” I tell him,then it would not require faith,and faith is the currency of the Kingdom.Sounds like he’s in a battle with his pride! My mom says she “catches” him watching Christian television all the time. I think he is searching,maybe the Lord is working on his heart.
    Please lift my father,Riley up in your prayers! (anyone who reads this) Thank You!
    Grace and Peace to you,
    Beloved

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