A Change Of Heart
By William Fisher
I worked at a certain
nursing home for about
eight years as the activities director and was
later designated as the
facility’s chaplain. My wife and I both witnessed
some awesome moves
of God over the years that would cause even the
hardest skeptic to
take a closer examination of Christianity.
One day while conducting church services, I
noticed an unfamiliar face
in the small gathering. She was a lady in her late
forties who was
wheelchair bound, yet cognitive and demonstrated a
great interest in
what I was preaching. After the service she
introduced herself and
shook my hand. I will call her Olivia to protect
her privacy.
She commented on several points I had made on
biblical topics which
led to a great friendship between us. We respected
each other as well
as just feeling comfortable together. She began to
take an interest in
the activity program and was faithful to come to
almost every activity
that she was physically able to take part in. She
seemed very excited
each morning when I arrived, anticipating the
day’s activities and
would ask me in advance what they were and at what
time they would
take place.
Our friendship grew stronger and stronger and we
had many wonderful
discussions on God, religion, relationships, her
childhood--the whole
nine yards. As time rolled by, I learned she was a
lesbian and so were
some of her sisters. Although she was unable to be
a practicing
homosexual, her heart and mind were still active
in the practice. She
never discussed this with me and I never brought
it up. I felt as
though she had enough to deal with being partially
handicapped and
thrown into a nursing home environment that limits
one’s freedom. She
was practically isolated from friends and family
and that left her
feeling quite lonely.
I awoke one morning and I was moved by God in a
special way. I cannot
describe it so I won’t even try, but I did know
something good was
going to happen and that I’d better be prepared
for it. I arrived at
my office on time, which was a miracle in itself,
and sat down to
prepare for the day. It wasn’t long before Olivia
rolled into my
office with a stern, yet pondering look on her
face. I asked her if
she was feeling okay and she nodded yes, but
something was troubling
her. I said, “Come on girl, you know you can tell
me.” Her lips
cracked into a half smile and asked; “Does Jesus
really love me?” I
told her yes and that His nail scarred hands were
open right now to
welcome her into His kingdom.
She began to cry and I explained to her that she
must be born again
and repent from her sins and must give her heart,
soul and life to
Him. I asked her did she believe in the Son of God
and did she
understand why Jesus came. She was not fully aware
of it all and I
explained it to her by the authority of the Word I
was holding in my
hand. I asked Olivia was she ready to commit
herself to a loving God
who would change her life forever and she would be
a new creation and
she replied yes. I closed the door and locked it
and took authority in
Jesus’ name so that no one would bother us until
this was complete. We
said the “repentance prayer” together and
immediately afterwards I
actually saw peace in her eyes. It was flowing
like a fountain over
her and you could visibly see it take place. She
hugged me and praised
God with joy and tears. We talked some more and
she left my office.
What a day! I lived for those kinds of days.
A couple of months passed and Olivia came and
stopped me in the
hallway and stated she wanted to ask me some
questions and of course I
made myself available. We went into my office and
she asked about
baptism and we read scripture together concerning
this. She told me
she desired to be baptized, but realized that it
may be difficult to
perform in her current physical condition. Also
there were certain
governing rules of nursing home residency and
policies that hindered
baptism by immersion. There could be lawsuits,
etc. etc. and all kind
of legalities involved if anything went wrong.
Anyway, I asked Olivia,
“What do you say. . . want to do it right now?’
She replied “yes!”
I took her to the social worker’s office who was
also a Christian. The
three of us prayed together first and then read
scripture on baptism
and I explained to her the reasons for it. I took
a few towels and
draped them around her shoulders and soaked her
down in the name of
the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. I laid
my hands on her
shoulders and prayed. There was not a dry eye in
the place, as a
matter of fact; we could not distinguish which was
water and which
were tears on Olivia’s person. We sang and praised
God and she gave me
a bear hug so tight I thought my bones would crack
at any moment. The
social worker said she was blessed to be a part of
it and that we used
her office to do it in. We were blessed beyond
comparison.
When we all regained our composure, Olivia said
this; “Bill, when this
was going on I was lifted out of myself and when
you touched me I
could feel the warmth and love and power of God
flowing through my
entire body. I am grateful to you and eternally
grateful to God. And I
will never forget it. I love Jesus and I love you
too! No one has ever
been this loving towards me. I know I am changed.”
It has been over two years since that day and I
visit the nursing home
quite frequently. I visited a few days ago and saw
Olivia and some of
the others and each time she sees me. . . I get
that bear hug!
In a previous visit to her room I noticed that
Olivia had posters of
lesbian stars and activists on her wall, but
months after her
conversion I visited again and the posters were
off the wall. She has
truly been a blessing to me and I hope this
testimonial has been a
blessing to you too. Olivia struggles sometimes,
as we all do, but she
will never forget what the Lord Jesus did for her
and she truly
experienced a change of heart. Amen and Amen.
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