For a brief time, I...
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For a brief time, I was acting dean at Phillips Seminary. It was for fifteen months. That's similar to fifteen years. The secretary said, "There's someone here to see you." A woman asked me to come out to the parking lot. I was a little nervous, but I followed her to the parking lot and to her car. She opened the back door and slumped in the backseat was her brother. He had been a senior at the University of Oklahoma. He had been in a bad car wreck and in a coma eight months. She had quit her job as a schoolteacher to take care of him. All of their resources were gone. She opened the door and said, "I'd like for you to heal him."
I said, "I can pray for him. And I can pray with you. But I do not have the gift of healing."
She got behind the wheel and said to me, "Then what in the world do you do?" And she drove off.
What I did that afternoon was study, stare at my books, and try to forget what she had said.
(From Fred Craddock, Craddock Stories [St. Louis: Chalice Press, 2001], p. 21.)
I said, "I can pray for him. And I can pray with you. But I do not have the gift of healing."
She got behind the wheel and said to me, "Then what in the world do you do?" And she drove off.
What I did that afternoon was study, stare at my books, and try to forget what she had said.
(From Fred Craddock, Craddock Stories [St. Louis: Chalice Press, 2001], p. 21.)
