“That is strange”, he says ….. “I was just about to ask you a question about my baby.” “How come” I replied. “Well” he said with a frown. “Something interesting happened as I visited the hospital in Chimoio yesterday. ” Without even catching a breath he continued his story. “The doctor said that my baby needed a blood transfusion today. Unfortunately there was no blood available in the hospital and my blood group didn’t match my baby’s. Just as I was getting discouraged a Muslim (I recognized him because of his clothing) heard what was happening. He told me that he would be willing to donate his blood to my baby. I was overwhelmed that he would offer his blood for free!”
“He voluntarily gave his blood with a smile not asking anything from me. But now I have a question.” He looked me in the eye …… “Do you think that my baby is a Muslim now.” “How come” I asked. “Well because he gave his blood …… do you think that my baby will become a Muslim now?” I wanted to laugh ….. but a few things struck me:
1. How childlike people in the bush is;
2. How great this Muslim guy was “being there” and ready to lend a hand to his neighbour;
(maybe I can learn something from this)
3. Isn’t it wonderful to know that when God gave His Son – Jesus we that accept him has been
washed in His blood – and DO BELONG to Him because of His blood.
I answered “no” to Ernesto and explained how different the blood of a human is to the power of the blood of Jesus. He laughed as I explained ….. and left with a smile.
It made my day!