How would Jesus reach into a life like his? My flesh wanted to run the other way and hide but my heart wanted to give the love of Christ. Everyone left him. No one wanted to take responsibility and care for him. We were left to sort everything out. Where was his family? Where was someone who truly cared?
My heart ached as we spent hours beside his bed sharing Christ, praying, and singing with him. The spiritual battle was strong. You could feel the rage between darkness and light. The young man fought on. He was fighting to hold on. Fighting to not die. He was scared. He didn't want to give up life. He would ask me, "Can you please give me another day Mis"? Of course, I wanted him to have a chance and be able to live another day but, that wasn't in my control. The last 24 hours were wearing, the spiritual battle was so strong. We kept ministering to His needs.
I have no doubt that God was with us in those hours. The peace and calmness we experienced. God gave us a love and heart of concern for his soul. PTL! In the afternoon his sister showed up. She was a Christian from Port au Prince and had a testimony of the love of Christ in her heart. We were able to talk. She shared about her brother. She hadn't seen him in years because he hadn't wanted her in his life. However, when he was at the lowest place in his life. She is who he called for. She talked about her concern for his soul. We knew he was so close but was fighting against something. We committed to pray.