What’s the matter with your eyes?
The first time I spoke with Helen it was not face to face. We communicated through her locked security front door. Helen told me she’d had a stroke some thirteen years earlier, leaving one side of her body paralysed and she was now confined to a wheelchair. But on that particular day she was in bed and not able to come to the door. So I gave her the reason for my visit and then asked her if she believed in Jesus Christ. She said she had very strong doubts, but was in any case, “not really interested in religion.” I told her that we had something in common, because, “neither am I.” Read the rest of this entry »
He introduced himself as Jim when he answered my ring on his doorbell. I explained that I was in his street today representing my local church, offering prayer for any personal or family needs. Jim, perhaps in his mid-fifties, was surprised, telling me his local church didn’t do this and wondered why mine did. I explained that we believed it was part of our calling, based on the command of the Lord Jesus Christ, who told the church to go and tell others what Christ had done for them. He nodded his head.
