Sometime after I became a Christian, I was thrilled to find out that I was born in a Canadian Presbyterian mission hospital that was located in the small town in India where my lost family lived at that time. What’s more, in one of my visits to that town after I was saved, my uncle took me to meet some people who knew what took place every day at the hospital—the doctors and nurses would begin every day by praying for all the patients that they would see that day.
On the day that my mom was brought to that hospital, those who helped deliver me had undoubtedly prayed for the children who would be born on that day. Amazingly, even though no one in my family was a believer—in fact, my mom and all the rest of my family were devout followers of another religion—God so ordered my mom’s life that I was born safely in a mission hospital in answer to the prayers of believers who selflessly sought to serve the people to whom they ministered!
I look forward to meeting someday in heaven the doctor and nurses who helped bring me safely into the world through both their prayers and their medical ministry! I’m sure they will rejoice greatly to learn that at least one baby that was born in their ministry was eventually saved in part because of their prayers!
Praise the Lord!
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His ways are past finding out, aren’t they? I think we can only imagine the working of the LORD in our individual lives. How thankful we can be that as believers He will never let us go!
Yes, Marion, I have no doubt that we have no idea of all that God has done and is doing for us all the time. We are truly blessed to have been chosen for so great a salvation!