Alive

Since coming here, its amazing to see how the Bible has really come alive. Verses that I've read a hundred times now seem like they were written just for me during this period in my life. Changes, new situations, and mostly suffering plays a big part of that. (and of course the Holy Spirit).

But today, a parable came alive for me.

I was driving down a road I hadn't meant to drive down a few hours after I was intending to be in town. Its a holiday today, so my usual bakery was closed, so I was going to try a random one.

As I drove down the street, I look over and a man is having a seizure right there practically in the road. No one is around him and his is dressed like he may be a street person.

Immediatly, the parable of the Good Samaritan popped into my head. Honestly, my first instinct wasn't to stop and help him. He could be a crazy man...he could be a drunk...and he could seriously do this white girl some damage.

But, I parked and ran quickly to him anyway. By then, a couple of guys had wandered up to him and were dragging him out of the road. They knew him and said he was known to have this kind of trouble. He was then unconscious, and I was starting to get worried.

I then ran to the bakery and got him some bread and a Fanta for when he came to. He then moved and went right to sleep there on the sidewalk.

We sat there and waited for about 10 mins when his brother showed up. I started asking him questions about his medicine and how often these happen. About every 2 or 3 days he says, but he takes his medicine regularly. Sometimes, he said when the moon is during certain phases, he can have them twice a day.

I texted a good friend who volunteers at St. Johns Hopsital, and she said to take him in.

So, we woke him up, piled him in my car, and I drove him to the hospital.

Unfortunately, today was a holiday, so the hospital closed at 12 and it is 1:15 by this time. Luckily, I was just in the hospital on Monday getting tested for Malaria, and I ran into the young doctor that treated me.

I really pulled the "Mzungu" card and pleaded for him to look at my friend. This is a miracle because first of all, we hadn't paid, and second of all, it was an hour past closing time. The hospital will only look at someone if it is serious trauma on a holiday.

Anyway, we are coming back tomorrow to see a doctor about changing his meds.


Talk about scriptures coming alive.
Pretty cool.