Finally, some hope! Finally some joy! Finally, some good news! Have you heard?
Last night Raj and Mahipal came to my house to bring Manoj’s hospital bills so that we can file a claim for reimbursement. The moment I saw them, I knew there was good news. Their faces were shining so brightly they could have lit up a whole city.
“What?” I asked. “What’s happened?”
Manoj is out of the ICU. He is trying to open his eyes. When they ask him to raise his arm, he does so. When they hold his hand, he grips it. He knows we are here. He knows we aren’t going to let him go. He knows how many people are praying for him.
So does God, apparently.
The surgeon is astonished. He said he never dreamed his recovery would be so rapid.
We aren’t taking anything for granted, but we are allowing ourselves to breathe a little easier.
The prayers of the poor and the prayers of the children always get special importance. We’ve got those, plus a few fools (another of God’s favorite groups) thrown in for good measure. Keep them coming, dear friends, whichever category you fall into.