The Book of John
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Have you ever read the Book of John? Can you tell me about it in the comments section?
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Brother Roop
October 13, 2012
I came in to our hospice an a very pleasant Saturday evening. The hospice was very busy this evening! There was a lot of patients and family
members to talk too. I love it when it
is busy and with a lot of folks to visit.
I had spent about three hours visiting patients and family members
and doing some light chores. I was
walking down the hallway thinking about leaving for the evening. Then just at
that moment, I looked into a room.
There in an empty room, was lying in bed an elderly
African-American lady. I just stood
there for a minute, observing the empty room!
A hospice patient lying in an empty room is a very sad sight!
I then heard a voice say, “Go in and sit with her.” As I entered the room, I felt the Love of
God! I didn’t understand why until I got
into the room and seen the Bible on the table next to the patient.
I introduced myself to the lady and picked up the Bible. I had seen right away that it was the ladies
personnel Bible. There was a marker at
the beginning of the Book of John. It
was right there, at that moment, that I know my purpose for the evening! I began to read.
I spent an hour and a half reading the Book of John to her. I read very slow and careful, just as the
Bible should be read. The lady was
unconscious, but I still think she could hear me read. They say that the sense of hearing is the
last sense to go.
At first glance, I thought that that lady was in an empty room,
dying alone! I realized at that moment,
that no child of God dies alone! The
Love of God was in that room, on that quiet evening. God was with her, and maybe there were angels
in the room! I, a humble servant of God,
temporarily, was also there in the room.
She was not alone!
Have you ever read the Book of John? Can you tell me about it in the comments section?
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Brother Roop
October 13, 2012
The Book of John is one of my favorite books in the New Testament. It is so rich with the sweet knowledge and understanding of who Jesus Christ is and his relationship to his father in Heaven. This feeling that permeates my heart that begins with in the words dot-dot-dot in the beginning was the word.
ReplyDeleteI feel prompted by God's Holy spirit to share an experience that I had with my grandmother and she passed away you are absolutely correct in saying that no child of God dies alone. My grandmother was not a believer. She was a Jewish woman who was taught that it was for men to read the scriptures and learn of God. And to trust her husband. Moving along ... I remember it was shortly after 9/11 a day or two later. I was one of the first lights out of the airport where I lived. I was going to see her before she died. It seemed she was holding on till I got there. The following day I spent time alone with her. I felt a gentle push from the Holy Ghost to ask her about how my grandfather asked her to marry him. The tradition of pre arranged marriages by the father's was beginning to fade away. The fathers were present but it was decided between my grandparents before the fathers were arranging the marriage. Her sister goes around the corner to the dress shop that Ada worked in . Dinah comes in all out of breath and says Ada come quickly the two young women hurried along to their fathers radio shop.
Now I speak of the time I was visiting with her. My grandmother Ada looked around the room and said why is everybody here? She wasn't telling the story at this point. Her family had all passed on. They all came to help her through the Veil.
The next morning we got a phone call oh, my parents and I that is. We were told by the nurse that we better come quickly. When we got there her breathing was slow and labored. Her toes and fingers were turning gray. There was this amazing peace in the room. The air seemed thick like you could cut it with a knife. It was like there was a great big giant hug permeating and surrounding everything. I know this to be the holy spirit of God. All my parents could see was the suffering that my grandmother was experiencing. The beauty and the visitors that were present had to be spiritually discerned. Nevertheless they were real. In fact later at the funeral my father paid me a compliment that I am not worthy of. He thanked me for the piece that I brought with me as I came to visit. He was mistaken it was not me that brought that piece it was God himself that brought that peace that passeth all understanding. No one is alone as they go through the Veil.
Hello, God bless you. Wow, what a wonderful story that you were so kind to share with me. Yes, no one dies alone! Spiritual visitations are common in hospice, so common in fact, that it is a sign that death is about two weeks or nearer. One of my posts called, "Ice cream with his brothers" I think you will find very interesting!
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