There is nothing more necessary than hanging on to our hope when things seem hopeless. Especially when it comes to hoping for a miracle to happen in the heart of a loved one. Keeping hopeful is a matter of being steadfast in prayer, encouragement, and faith in a miracle.
Below is a story that I came across that I hope will bring great encouragement for those who are believing for someone they love. God is still working in their lives and will accomplish His will in one way or another. Read the story below and be encouraged!
Here in his own words is the story of a Scottish medical doctor named W. P. Mackay.
My dear mother … had been a godly, pious woman, quite often telling me of the Savior, and many times I had been a witness to her wrestling in prayer for my soul’s conversion. But nothing had made a deep impression on me. The older I grew the more wicked I became.… I was in danger of becoming an infidel …
One day a seriously injured [laborer] had fallen a considerable distance while climbing a ladder. The case was hopeless; all we could do was ease the pains of the unfortunate man. He seemed to realize his condition, for he was fully conscious, and asked me how long he would last.…
The patient was alone in the world. His only wish was to see his landlady, because he owed her a small sum, and also wished to bid her farewell. He also requested his landlady send him, “The Book.”
“What book?” I questioned.
“Oh, just ask her for the book, she will know,” was his reply.
After a week of such suffering he died. I went to see him on my regular visits at least once a day. What struck me most was the quiet, almost happy expression which was constantly on his face. I knew he was a Christian, but about such matters I cared not to talk with him or hear.
After the man had died, some things about the deceased’s affairs were to be attended to in my presence.
“What shall we do with this?” asked the nurse, holding up a book in her hand.
“What kind of book is it?” I asked.
“The Bible of the poor man. His landlady brought it on her second visit. As long as he was able to read it he did so, and when he was unable to do so any more, he kept it under his bed cover.”
I took the Bible and—could I trust my eyes? It was my own Bible! The Bible which my mother had given me when I left my parents’ home, and which later, when short of money, I sold for a small amount. My name was still in it, written in my mother’s hand. Beneath my name was the verse she had selected for me.…
I need not add much more. Be it sufficient to say that the regained possession of my Bible was the cause of my conversion.
It was this man, Dr. W. P. Mackay, who later wrote the famous hymn Revive Us Again:
Revive us again,
Fill each heart with Thy love
May each soul be rekindled
With fire from above.
Hallelujah! Thine the glory
Hallelujah! Thine the glory
Revive us again.
It begins with Christ!
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