A Testimonial - 5 Mustard Seeds

A Father's Son:

The third, was my best friend's son had become terribly ill, and not expected to live through the month. Sadly, my friend was not very religious, and yet something inside made me start calling on my Sunday customer's church groups to pray for his son. I was organizing prayer groups? Seed number three, eh?

Within a couple of weeks, the situation worsened as my buddies ex had medical power of attorney and she was convinced it was time to pull the plug on their son. My friend was going to lose his son, and he had no recourse in the matter. I continued to push for prayers, and the day she signed the release, it was crunch time. I prayed at my desk at work, for the first time in a very long time. Just then I received a phone call from my buddy and he asked me “Do you believe in God? My response, of course, was “Yeah I do, but how about you?” He chimed right in and said “I do now” and he proceeded to explain how his son, removed from life support and in a drug-induced coma awoke in the nick of time to tell the nurse he wasn’t ready to go yet. Frantically, they hooked him back up, and he survived, and over the following months, returned to a normal life. “Praise God” I said, and I shared and testified his story to the church groups of God’s miraculous intervention. I was now an Evangelist?

A Funeral for a Friend:

The fourth seed was a long time employee and friend who left early from work on a Saturday, never to return to work again. We found him Monday at the downtown hospital and he had been diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. They gave him 4 weeks to live. Once again, I found myself becoming this missionary of God, guiding my friend's return to Jesus Christ before his time on earth ended. He was an alcoholic, and most of his life he had distanced himself from any family or friends, so I was the only one stepping up. I prayed for him to accept the Lord as his savior, so he wouldn’t face eternal damnation. Who was I, to be the one. Seed number four, Amen.

He quickly ended up in hospice as he was declining fast. I get a call on a Friday afternoon at work, since I was their only contact about my friend. They said he was acting violently and I needed to get there immediately. I got there to find him ranting and raving about him needing to "get out of here". I managed to calm him down, and promised him come Monday, I would get it cleared for him to come spend a couple of days at my house. That day would never come as a couple of my staff went to visit him on that Saturday and once again I got the call, this time telling me he was failing fast and not expected to make it through the night. I dropped everything, went home and grabbed the wife, who wanted to come along for support and headed back to the hospice. This trip added almost an hour to the time frame. When, I got there, he was holding on and gasping for air. He was dying in front of me and tears filled my eyes. As I reached down to hold my friend’s hand I noticed a prayer rag in his hand. He had been praying as best he knew how and I asked him “Do you accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and personal Savior?” and he nodded the best he could. As I helped him form the words, I cried even more, and as this feeling of peace rushed through my soul, my friend passed on to Jesus’ care. I was now administering to the sick and dying?