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  1. The power of God. Being guided by the spirit of God.

    Fetus refuses to die.
    I fell in love with the Bible for this very reason. The Bible doesn’t cover up anything, the Bible is raw. It tells us about people real life and how they overcame. Rev 12:11 tells how God people will over. By the word of their testimonies.
    This brother is not ashamed to let us know his mother was trying to get rid of him by abortion but God turned the situation into a good one. We will not know this unless we were told this.
    Many people who do abortion is not because they don’t want their babies, it goes far beyond that. I don’t judge who is good or bad, right or wrong. I leave it to God. In this situation God did what he wanted to do. Humans at times take the place of God. Judge.
    It is by telling ones story, our testimony becomes a witness for God. People read and know God has power to heal, cleanse, forgive, and restore. I let others know I am not a saint. I sympathize with others in their short comings.

  2. There is more than one miracle in this story: the two men in black (angels, I suppose). The father being given just days to live, but obviously getting healed from his tuberculosis, and of course the great miracle of the baby surviving.
    These people were not yet Christians, yet God intervened heavily into their lives. They were obviously chosen for something?? Their names had been written in the Book of Life before??

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At a camp meeting 40 years later, I happened to see Dr. I. demonstrating some kind of health product, if I remember correctly. (In my mind, I see only the image of him, much older, but still looking much like he did when I was a student, with a friend by my side.) I lingered a little but did not introduce myself. I briefly wondered whether he recognized me. I’m fairly sure that I was as recognizable to him as he was to me.

Had he changed? Or did he still feel superior in his “humility”? Should I talk to him? I didn’t know how to approach him, and was busy with friends. I still don’t know whether I should have said something. (Maybe I’m just a coward.)

If God wants him to see my story, his and my identity are clear enough in this post, that God can direct him to it.