It was a grandelicious Christmas dinner, with magnificent company, excellent African weather, filhoses, Bolo Rei, the bits and the pieces.

Upon retiring to my quarters, feeling more than content with my life in general and my bellychest in particular, it seemed there was nothing else to attend to the next day, Christmas day.

Then the light in my brain came on and an idea instantly formed to consume my thoughts, how about visiting the hospital tomorrow and wish Merry Christmas, on the very Christmas day, to patients and staff?…

I was just too tired and full to give it a more thorough bit of attention than, ok, I’ll se how I feel in the morning,… maybe I can take some tracts, there’s those sweets that have been sitting waiting to be given away,… yawn… I’ll see… …

Morning came and the idea was still there, flashing like a top blinker on an ambulance. But I was still not quite sure if I was up to it leg and all. There was things I had to do, computer work that gives me some money to get by, sending the latest newsletter via email, be with the kids,…

Amazing how real good stuff takes real effort to get done. It’s always been that way with me and, over the years and many of such tasks, I’ve constantly seen that it pays off in the end every time, in accomplishments and a personal feeling of happiness to have made a difference and been on the right side.

And so I folded the tracts, picked up the bag of sweets and headed off to the hospital.

True to the core, as I went I was healed, healed of pain in my leg and able to almost walk without the help of the cane. Not healed for good but healed for the moment sort of thing.

The visit went just fine, prayed for healing with 25 patients, distributed 70 “What Everybody Needs Is Love” tracts and a bag of sweets came back empty, which I’m sure sweetened the nurses and doctors day.

Me? I came back a better man, it always does that.

Among all the other good stuff that one can and should do, it pays to visit Him when He is sick!



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