It was already late evening, when after the examinations that had extended to everything,
the ills' carrier brought me to the Cardiology department. Unfortunately I do not speak
German, so I was worrying how I would be able to make me understood with the doctor. I
was struggling with this thought when in front of the doctor's room, a nurse came to me,
and spoke to me in Hungarian. She briefly said that the department had been informed
about getting a new Hungarian patient, she had already prepared my bed in the intensive
section, the doctor was coming immediately and they were going to register me. I am not
ashamed of it, but tears appeared in my eyes, since the answer came so quickly to my
request that I had told silently. She must have noticed it, because until the doctor arrived
she briefly told me that she had been living in our country and worked in Balatonfüred at
the Heart Hospital, and five years ago she got to know a doctor from Vienna at the
Cardiology Congress held there. He is her husband today.
Some minutes later, I was
already lying in the bed prepared for me in the monitoring room, where the doctor said
during the examination - with the interpretation of the Hungarian nurse - that I was
walking in the "death valley" more times during the day, but at the moment the state of
my heart could be considered stable. They supplied me with everything needed in a
hospital. In Hungary I have been in more Cardiology departments, but the level of the
care and attendance they were giving here were far better than the home circumstances. I
told the nurse that I lived in Miskolc, I informed her who my specialist doctor was, - and I
got to know that they knew each other personally. I said that an hour later my family was waiting for
me at home, because they do not know what had happened to me. She asked for my
family's phone number and rushed away.
I silently thanked God for His care for
everything. In the evening semidarkness I was having a rest with my eyes closed, when the
nurse touched my hand. She silently told me that she had managed to talk to my Hungarian
specialist doctor at home, who had given information about my previous treatments. She
said she had informed my family about what had happened to me, and she reassured them
on that I was already in good hands. Naturally, thanking for her help, I told her that for
God's grace I had been in the best hands for a long time, and I was convinced that the time
of my life was in the Almighty's hands also now. Then there I thought that by this
experience-series the things that God wanted to show me through this heart attack ended.
There in the hospital bed in Vienna I did not know that in realty this was only a preliminary
taste of a mission, a preparation only for a task that waited for me a few days later.
I am the Lord, your Healer!
I was lying for three days forced to stay immobile. During this time, my good Lord was
showing me a lot of things: the others' sufferings, how the doctors were able to give their
knowledge - that they have got from God - to the service of the ill people without
unselfishness, on what standards they can and have to take care of God's creatures. I am
grateful to the Lord that I could see also these. On the fourth day the helicopter arrived at
noon that took me to Miskolc by the Hungarian Consulate.
In the afternoon, in the local
hospital, - where I had already been taken care earlier, - I was placed in a double room.
My room mate was a middle aged patient, a big man with sad face. At the first sight you
could see that he was angry with the world. When we introduced ourselves, I got to know
that he was the vice-police superintendent in a little town nearby. He said, he had fallen in
his own flat, his thigh-bone was broken, and at the home surgery his leg got plastered up
all over. Because of his huge weigh and the more kilograms plaster cast, his arms got so
swallen by the use of the crutches that the doctors did not know what to do with them for
days. He was not able to catch anything. Even the smallest objects fell out of his hands.
He felt his arms cripple. He became so sad that he did not want to live any longer, he
would kill himself if the doctors did not find some cure. God forewarned me to be silent.
I understood that now all comforting words could result in the contrary reaction from
him. I prayed voiceless, and being tired after the long travel, I fell asleep.
morning, my younger sister Viola visited me, and brought me the most important thing:
the Book of Life. We talked for some minutes. During this I saw that my room mate
watchfully but silently was listening. After my sister left, I took the Bible, and started to
read. I felt he was looking. And I knew what I was doing was a preaching without words.
In the silence after lunch, he asked:
- You are a believer, aren't you? Tell me frankly.
Am I right?
I got overflown by hot. I understood that time arrived for words. His
question and interest empowered me to give a profession of the Living God, of the
existing person Who is already the most important for me today. I spoke to him about the
experience of the passed days, about that I understood now why God allowed me to get
through this road until this hospital room. I spoke about my parents, my nine sisters and
brothers, our big family, about the group where I could see the living God's work of grace
and healing a lot of times. I told him about my rambling like the prodigal son; about how
Jesus Christ was looking for me, and about that He stopped me by my illness as a mean,
for what I infinitively give thanks from my heart. I told him how God healed my mother
who had had bleeding, and the doctors had given up, but God gave her back to her family.
I spoke about that the Heavenly Father listens to the prayers, and helped me up from
many sufferings and illnesses victoriously.
While he was listening, I saw some tear drops
coming from his eyes, and he was not ashamed of being crying. In silence, - almost not
hoping that it would be possible, - he asked if I could see any chance of that the Almighty
God have mercy on him too, and if I was willing to pray for him.
I was happy to confess that I had never seen a person who was frankly looking for God and
He would turn away from him or her. God does not expect anything but only that he should
acknowledge that his life had not been right until now, he should repent it sincerely and
believe that God had not changed. He also heals today! I silently prayed.
In the morning I
woke up hearing some shuffling. He was coming out of the bathroom, in tears but happily
he said: - Look! - He already spoke to me just like I was his friend - I managed to have a
wash and have a shave by myself first time for weeks. I am grateful to God. If I go home,
I will go to the church together with my wife, as many times we can. Until now she had not
dared to go because of me, but from now on she is going to for me too. Thanks!
my eyes, so that he could not see my tears of gratitude, and I silently said thank You to my
Lord for He had shown His greatness again, and for that even if I was unworthy, but I could
be a mean in His hands. Still that morning, after the visit he was placed to the rehabilitation
department. I was let to go home at noon, after a detailed examination, as healed, because
the previous evening, while I was praying for my friend Janos, the Doctors' Doctor also
healed my heart.
The next day I visited my new friend in his hospital room, and as I had promised, I gave
him a Bible as a gift, upon which - as I got to know from him some months later, - he has
been feeding himself every day.
How wonderful the Lord is in all His acts!
Glory to His Holy Name!