Cheng twisted uncomfortably in the seat of his Honda Civic where he had spent the last few nights sleeping. He would rather be by his son’s side in the hospital, but the ICU department made it clear that only one parent could be in the room. Cheng couldn’t sleep. He wasn’t about to go home. Resting in his car seemed to be his only option, waiting for the sun to rise and visiting hours to begin so he could return to his son’s bedside.
Why did his young son have a life-threatening heart condition? Why couldn’t the doctors fix his problem? Would his son pull through and recover? What if he died? He couldn’t bear to think about life without his only child! Fear gripped his heart. He felt so helpless. Tears streamed down Cheng’s face. Was there no one to whom he could turn for help? Prayers to ancestors and visits to temples had brought no answers. Now the surgeons said the heart condition of his son could not be repaired, even with surgery.
Glancing at the seat next to him, Cheng’s eyes rested on a small paper leaflet atop a pile of documents and other papers. Reaching for it, he remembered that a Christian had handed the pamphlet to him a few days earlier. Without really thinking, Cheng flipped on a light and began to read. The little flyer told about a God who created this world, One who loves us and who longs for us to take our needs to Him.
Cheng thought about what he had read. He was helpless. Could this God help? “God, if You really are there, I ask that You do just one thing. Please heal my son! If You do, You will be my God, and I will follow You.”
The next morning, Cheng entered his son’s hospital ward. Doctors and nurses were buzzing around his son’s bed. They were smiling and excitedly looking over the charts. The boy was healed!