MY DREAM…

The following testimony was originally posted in 2007. I have done some minor editing and changed the title.

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One day, as I left my house to go shopping, I noticed one of my elderly neighbors sitting on his stoop. My husband and I had distributed gospel literature in our neighborhood, but had not yet witnessed to this neighbor. As I came out of my house and saw my neighbor, I had a strong prompting to share the Gospel with him. Instead of obeying the Holy Spirit‘s prompting, I said a quick hello and went on my way. I don’t know why I did that. I may have been feeling shy, or maybe a bit intimidated, I’m not sure. This neighbor was someone who we would often greet in passing, but we really didn’t know him very well. He wasn’t too friendly either, but I felt compassion for him and had been praying for his salvation.

A short time after that happened, I had a dream …

I dreamt that this same neighbor was in the hospital. I knew that I hadn’t shared the Gospel with him, and that I needed to go to the hospital and do that. There was an urgency, as if this would be the last opportunity to do so. Also, in the dream, he was looking at our Gospel tracts with a happy and approving expression on his face. That’s pretty much how the dream went.

When I woke up, I wondered a moment about this strange dream. But it was the day of my sister-in-law’s wedding day so I was busy, and before long I completely forgot about the dream. Later in the day my husband went to get his brother at the bus station. His brother lived out of town and had come in for the wedding. As they came into the house my husband said he just learned that one of our neighbors was seriously ill and in the hospital. The neighbor had cancer, and was having emergency surgery that very day. It was the same neighbor that I had dreamt about the night before!

I wanted to drop everything and run to the hospital to witness and pray for this man. I thought to myself, how am I going to do that. I told my husband about the dream, and he responded by saying that we needed to go to the hospital right away! I was so relieved. A Christian friend was visiting that day, so before we left we all prayed together. We asked the Lord to give us time alone with our neighbor so that we could share the gospel with him without hindrance.

When we got to the hospital we couldn’t locate the room he was in. This was because the transition from the recovery room to his hospital room was very recent. We waited, and when we finally found ourselves in his room he was sound asleep. We saw someone’s coat and book in the room, probably the belongings of his wife who had gone out for a moment. So there we were, in the room with our neighbor who had just come out of surgery. He was sound asleep. My husband and I looked at each other and started to wonder if we should even be there. We wondered if he would be angry if he woke up and saw us there. We didn’t think we should wake him up, we didn’t know what to do. Just then a cheery nurse walked into the room and said to her patient, “wake up, you have company.” Our neighbor woke up and looked at us. Then he said “God sent you here.” We were shocked! We thought so, and we were sure glad he thought so too!

While we were there, for that short visit, we shared the Gospel with him. We told him he needed to be born again. He told us something about “St. Lucy” helping him. We told him that “St. Lucy” couldn’t help him, only Jesus could, and that he needed to trust only Jesus, no one else. He was willing to pray with us, so we prayed with him. He cried and thanked us for coming. He was very grateful. We went back home rejoicing and got ready for the wedding.

Our neighbor, Mr. D., went home to recuperate, but we never had the opportunity to see him again after that hospital visit. A few months later he died from his illness.

Not every dream is from the Lord, probably most aren’t. I do believe this dream was of God. (It came to pass, and it did not in any way contradict the Bible, Deuteronomy chapters 13 & 18). Our neighbor heard the Gospel, and he was happy to hear it. When we shared the Gospel with him he did not resist, he listened and prayed with tears. This is just one of many a death bed ministry that the Lord has called us to, and it is always a blessing and a wonder to be used by the Lord in such a way.

Are you ready to die?

VIDEO VERSION OF – TESTIMONY: I PRAYED “LORD LET THE CATHOLIC PRIEST GET LOST”

This is a video version of a previously posted written testimony with some additional details.

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UNCLE JOE’S GRAVESITE SERVICE

It was in the 1990’s, I don’t remember exactly what year, that we went to visit my husband’s Uncle Joe in the hospital. He was in a coma, but we knew that sometimes people can hear what’s being said to them even though they’re in a coma. His aunt’s coat was in the room but she was nowhere to be found. We had a good hour alone with him to pray and share the Gospel before his wife came into the room, and we spoke to him as if he were awake. Billy’s aunt Charlotte, who was Jewish, told us that Billy’s uncle liked to listen to Christian radio. We had no idea!

A few days later we learned that his uncle had died, and that there would be a graveyard service on Long Island, with a Roman Catholic priest officiating. My husband prayed, unbeknownst to me… “Lord, I’m not in charge of this service, but if you want me to speak please let the Catholic priest get lost on the way to the cemetery.” I also prayed, unbeknownst to my husband, that if his uncle was saved, that a Catholic priest would not touch him, meaning he would have nothing more to do with anything regarding Uncle Joe.

The day of the service arrived, and everyone was waiting in their cars at the cemetery for the priest to arrive. We waited and waited. After awhile people got out of their cars and started walking towards the gravesite. Chairs were set up and there was a pulpit too. We heard his relatives saying among themselves that somebody should say something. Billy’s aunt asked if anyone wanted to share a few words. Billy remembered his prayer and slowly raised his hand to volunteer. He said “I’ll talk”. He said it felt as if a string was pulling his hand up as his heart began to pound. Him, speak in front of all these mostly Roman Catholic relatives, and his aunt, the Jewish widow! He walked to the pulpit and shared God’s Word with the people. Afterwards we gave out little Bible booklet tracts, all Scripture.

We were at our church later that night and didn’t get home until 11:30 pm. As we opened the front door we heard the phone ringing. It was Billy’s aunt calling, saying she had been trying to get us all afternoon. She wanted to thank him, and tell him that everyone was so happy that he volunteered to speak in the priest’s absence. Are you wondering what happened to the priest, and why he didn’t he show up as planned? She told us that she contacted the priest and asked him what happened. He told her he got lost and went to the wrong cemetery!