Performed classical laying of hands

The account I’m setting down here happened four days ago in a VA hospital, with a friend of of mine next to me and a man about to die. I experienced an urging in my gut to go to see this man who was dying form cancer of his liver. I know now it was the spirit of Jesus urging me to go see him, which in afterthought, was indeed the man’s last day living. This man (Roland) was not Christian, but had a weak faith in him. He was barely able to speak, such as his disease had robbed him of everything. I asked him if he was ready to accept Jesus as his personal savior and he nodded yes.

Saved, then lost, then saved, then lost again, then saved again, then lost, then saved.

I stated my testimony in a condensed version, but will continue here. As stated before when I was saved in that prison yard in 1975, I got out in 1979 and was still a Christian in word only with a moral compass totally out of kilter. I continued my alcoholism towards a deadly spiral and while I did go back to prison again, but in another state, I was still only calling on Jesus when I was in trouble. Back in 1975 while I was alone in my prison cell, my name was called out…I turned thinking it was the guard but nobody was there.

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