In 1989, my husband and I got a chance to be chaplains in a bed-to-bed visitation mission at Hyde Park Hospital, which is now closed in Chicago. One of the ministers’ cousins was on the religious board at the hospital and was able to recommend us for the task.
While people did come to the Lord during our time there, halfway through our first year, someone on the board started accusing us of not showing up on a weekly basis. We were astonished because we had not missed a week and always signed in. So we left it in the Lord’s hands, and we were asked to appear before the board to answer their concerns. Whatever the Lord gave us to say was apparently satisfactory to the board and they allowed us to stay. God truly touched their hearts. For some reason, a mix up with the sign in sheets, it looked like we had not been there in a while. Faced with the evidence they had, they had a right to be concerned but it was not like it looked at all.
So it was essential that once this was cleared up that we proved our faithfulness with their new system. One day, however, we were scheduled to be at the mission, but Gino was also due to be at work at a certain time. We were pretty poor at the time and this day, we didn’t have enough bus fare for us to get to the hospital and for Gino to get to work. We contemplated calling the hospital Chaplain to let him know we couldn’t make it, but my husband felt led to try to make it. I always tell people, don’t try this type of faith at home, because people sometimes do crazy things in the name of faith. You really have to be sure the Lord’s hand is what you are doing. This time the Lord was with us.
So we went to the bus stop not knowing how this was going to work out, but Gino believed that somehow God would make a way. I believed him and God had worked for him before. I believed in his faith and I believed the Lord. “Maybe someone we know will drive by,” I thought, but God had another way I never expected.
We walked to our usual corner bus stop and noticed the crowd was larger than normal. So I asked what was going on and nobody seemed to know; except that they pointed out that the bus had been sitting at the prior stop for about fifteen minutes. So finally, the bus driver pulled up, unceremoniously opened the door, and explained to everyone that at the prior stop, his fare box stopped working and he was doing everything he could to repair it, but it still didn’t work. So he had to give everyone a three-hour transfer! Perfect! Can you say “miracle?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Gino and I looked at each other and said, “Hey, we ain’t gonna argue with that.” I find it hard to believe that this was not the hand of God, and everyone else got blessed in the process. That’s just like God.
Excerpt from How to Walk on Water