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Heart Attacks and Hospital Hallelujahs!

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My wife had a heart attack scare!

I rushed her to the Emergency Room after getting a call that she was experiencing chest pains while taking a walk on the beach. During the 10 hours we were there, I watched her endure multiple blood tests, electro-cardiogram monitoring, nuclear studies, and a treadmill test, all ultimately showing us… nothing! Her heart appears to be working properly, and there is no damage to the heart walls, but we still don’t know what caused the pain in her chest… and she’s still experiencing them.
We prayed and called out to God for wisdom and healing. We thanked God for our insurance, the attentive hospital staff, and the fact that we have great health care in America. We thanked God for being who he was, and is.

Then I wondered about what atheists do in their time of trouble. Who do they call upon? They trust in the wisdom of science, and facts, empirical evidence, and empty philosophies that provide no hope. Oh Scientist help me!

I mused on all the others who don’t know—who don’t care—that there is a God who demonstrated His love for them by sending His Son to die on a cross so their sins could be forgiven, so that they could be healed of their worst disease, sin.

And I was thankful that I had my Million-Dollar Gospel tracts with me…

Did you ever notice that the hospital is filled with sick and hurting people?

After a day spent in the hospital with my wife, I realized once again how many opportunities there are to share the Gospel. Though my attention was focused solely on caring for my Karen, I made the most of every opportunity during bathroom breaks, food runs, and coffee replenishments.

To the hard-working hospital volunteers I would say, “You are doing a great job; here’s a million dollars!” They’d laugh, smile, and ask for more. Everyone loves to be appreciated.

The doctors would thank me when I assured them that what they did was worth millions, while handing them a tract, too.

I gave the nurses “raises,” telling them that they deserved their millions for putting up with all the guff from grumpy patients and bossy doctors.
null Patients in the waiting room, janitors, visitors, and elevator riders all received the good news printed on the back of a phony million dollar bill. Every single person was grateful to get one!

The friendly Security guards—three of them—heard of their future if they didn’t repent.

The cashier who gave me change for a newspaper guffawed in delight when she was handed a tract.

And I actually “bribed” our nurse to let us out early once we were cleared to go.

Next time you are waiting in the emergency room for a doctor, take advantage of the time by telling others of the Great Physician…
null …who heals everytime.

(Please continue to pray for my wife. As of this morning, she is still experiencing chest pains and has an irregular heart beat. She will try to see a cardiologist next week.)

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