A couple of Thursdays ago, we were talking to people around the hospital here in Perth. Luke met a man named Sam (name changed for his privacy), who was in a wheelchair. He chatted with him a bit while he (Sam) smoked and then accompanied him up to his hospital room. They sat together and talked for an hour. Sam shared the difficult things that he has been through in life and Luke told him how much God cares. Sam admitted that he usually wasn't very open to talking about God stuff; he used to be religious but went astray because of alcohol and painful situations he had been through. He was open to receive prayer, so Luke prayed for him.
The next week I (Claire) randomly ran into Sam as well. We chatted for twenty minutes before we realized who each other was: "Last week a guy was telling me about God. It really helped me alot. He had a beard and his name was Luke." "That's my husband!" I was just as shocked as Sam at the "coincidence." We talked for a while and then agreed to see him the next day before he would be released from hospital (returning to his home about 200 km away). Luke and I went to visit him, prayed for him and gave him a Bible. He said both weeks he had been in a really tough spot, wondering if life was worth living anymore, and that us caring for him and sharing about God had really lifted his spirits.
God is an amazingly persistent pursuer of people.
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