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M
onday morning came
early.
As I arose, once
again, the Lord brought
to my mind Rowdy, a brother
biker, who was in the hospital.
The War Cry | AUGUST 2014
In my evening prayer the day before,
and again this morning, God spoke to
my heart to arise early and pray with
him. The urgency to get up there was
very compelling. Although I knew who
Rowdy was, we did not have a close
relationship. However, the calling from
God was strong. I took the Harley out of
the garage, looked it over, and
mounted my trusted steed. It was
early, but it was time to get there.
The morning was cool and
fresh, the sun starting to warm.
As I hit the highway, I asked
the Lord how He wanted me to
pray. I wasn't sure what I was
walking into but felt absolutely
sure that it was what I was
supposed to be doing. Parking
my ride, I proceeded to the
4th floor of the hospital. Down
the hall to the left was room
4009, my destination. Push-
ing the door open, I saw a
frail man, tubes running in
and out of his body. Then I
realized he was in a coma.
As I stood there and began
to pray for him, the Lord
spoke to me to lead him
through a prayer of salvation.
A little puzzled by the Lord's
instructions, I determined
that my obedience was what
the Lord required. I
prayed in the Spirit, and
then began speaking to
him, pausing through
the salvation
prayer to offer
him a time to
ask the Lord
for forgiveness, and inviting
by
PATRICIA BURNS