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HE CRIED FOR ME

Jan, who was a young mother in Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania, 20 years ago, tells a remarkable story from that time in her life. In a note to her pastor, she wrote:

It was the end. I knew it. I could no longer fight. I sat here emotionless. I was totally alone. Others had tried to help -- doctors, nurses, parents, husband, children. But they were gone. Hours earlier I had come into the hospital on an emergency basis. I had back pain so severe that at times, it dropped me to my knees. This was not my first hospital stay. I had been sick for a long time it seemed...

I sat in the bathroom. It was the middle of the night. No people, no "miracle" medicine, no strength left. I was too tired to fight. I sat there -- four walls surrounding me. And a bleak, monotonous "bleep" from my battery-operated IV filled the silence. I couldn't stop the sound of that miserable machine, anymore than I could control my own miserable life. So I sat there -- dull, miserable, in pain, with no hope.

[Then I heard] something else. I didn't hear it with my ears -- but I did in my spirit. I heard someone crying. And I immediately knew that it was Jesus crying for me. I was shocked -- totally surprised. I didn't think he would do that for me.

This experience did not leave me emotionally elated. Nor did I feel a physical touch. Life was...