It was mid-October 2022 and I was still rejoicing over what God had wrought with the miracle girl earlier that month. She had fully recovered, but was still in the female ward, waiting for her parents to pay the admission bills (they had discharged her on account of financial constraints). It had been a rough half-month administratively, so I had only just succeeded in printing out the final call roster for the month. I was distributing it to the wards when, as I stepped out of her ward, the Holy Ghost seemed to nudge me on the inside and ask "she's here in your missionary hospital, won't you tell her about Jesus?"
I'd known all the while that she was a Muslim, but the consciousness of her need for Jesus only hit me at that point. You see, it's one thing to know that EVERY unsaved man/woman needs Jesus, it's another to be conscious of the fact that the unsaved person standing before or sitting beside you needs to hear about Jesus from your lips. With that consciousness, I went back into the ward, sat at her bedside and began to converse with her about Jesus. It was a bit awkward, not just because of her absolutely non-Christian, largely unchurched background, but also because of the environment and a little bit of a language barrier. Yet, within a few minutes of sharing the story of Jesus as well as I could, I asked her if she was ready to receive Jesus as her Lord & Saviour. And guess what? She said yes!
I wasted no time in leading her to Christ and praying for her, asking for her to be given two gifts (healing and the Holy Ghost baptism). I was going to leave after that, but the Holy Ghost wouldn't let me go. I knew what I had to do. I told her she could receive the Holy Spirit right there and then. She was initially reluctant, which I later discovered was simply because she had been exposed to some instances of people from a certain church denomination behaving weirdly and jerking violently whenever the Holy Ghost supposedly came upon them. I assured her the Holy Ghost would not embarrass her, but that He would give her the ability to speak in a new and unknown language, and encouraged her to go ahead & speak it when that utterance came. Having secured her consent, I laid hands on her, called for her to be filled with the Holy Spirit in Jesus' name, and she was! Right there on the ward, she began to speak softly in other tongues, a steady flow of rivers of living waters. So, the miracle girl was set up to start working miracles! Glory to God!
I laid hands on her the second time, speaking healing into her body. Then I shared with her briefly the need to continue praying in tongues, to start meditating on God's Word and, of course, to join a bible-believing church near her (she identified one). How do you think I left the ward that day? Walking on cloud nine of course! Rejoicing at what God had done, but more so because my name is written in heaven and a new name had been added to the book through me!
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