God Is Like This
As his name stated, Alexander the Great was
really mighty. King of Macedon between 356
and 323BC he conquered Persia, Egypt, Syria,
Mesopotamia, Afghanistan, and the Punjab.
One day a beggar by the roadside asked for
alms from him as he passed by. The man was
poor and wretched and had no claim upon the
ruler. Yet the Emperor threw him several
gold coins. A soldier was astonished at his
generosity and commented, "Sir, copper
coins would adequately meet beggar's need.
Why give him gold?" Alexander responded
in royal fashion, "Copper coins would
suit the beggar's need, but gold coins suit
Alexander's giving". God is like this.
The mother had a grown up daughter Sarah
with whom she was very intimate. They lived
quite close to each other and so had the
opportunity to often visit each other. In
between visits they wrote or talked on the
phone. Curiously, Sarah always introduced
herself when she phoned mom as 'me'; the
same when she wrote a letter or a card. "Hi,
Mom, it's me" and the mother would answer,
"Hi, me, how are you today or what's
Sarah died suddenly from a brain hemorrhage.
Needless to say, the mother was devastated.
It took a lot of faith to keep moving ahead.
The family decided to donate her organs so
that at least, good could come from such
an otherwise tragic situation. In due time,
she heard from the Organ Retrieval Group
telling her where all her organs went without
mentioning any names for privacy reasons.
"About one year later, - the mother
is speaking - I received a beautiful letter
from the young man who received my daughter's
pancreas and kidney. What a difference it
made in his life! Praise God! And since he
couldn't use his own name, guess how he signed
his letter: Me!" God takes such good
care even of details… God is like this!
"When my grandmother was hospitalized,
the doctor said that she needed an immediate
blood transfusion or otherwise she would
die. The problem was that grandmother's blood
type was AB negative, a very rare type. This
was 1949 just after the war. Blood was scarce.
So the doctors gave the family no hope; my
grandmother was dying.
My father left the hospital in tears to gather
up all the family members, so that everyone
would get a chance to tell grandma good-bye.
As my father was driving down the highway,
he passed a soldier in uniform hitchhiking
home to his family. My father picked him
up and as they were driving, told this total
stranger that his mother was lying in a hospital
dying because the doctors had been unable
to locate her blood type.
It got very quiet in the car. Then this unidentified
soldier extended his hand out to my father,
showing him his dog tags from around his
neck. The blood type on the tags was AB negative.
The soldier told my father to turn the car
around and get him to the hospital. My grandmother
lived 47 years more, and to this day no one
in our family knows the soldier's name. But
my father has often wondered, was he a soldier
or an angel in uniform?" God is like
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