Magyar Egyház, 1969 (48. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1969-11-01 / 11. szám
18 MAGYAR EGYHÁZ Demon: I’m coming... I’m coming... Deborah: Go away, or I’ll scream. Demon: Scream, if you can. But I’ll put my fingers on your throat. You are mine, and I’ll get you. You will be with me in the deep, deep darkness. Deborah: Mother, mother! He is here again, and I am so scared! Mother: Did you have a nightmare, or what? Deborah: It was no nightmare. I saw him with my own eyes. Mother: O, no! Don’t worry Honey, I’ll stay with you until morning. Narrator: Mother stayed with Deborah, but they both spent a very restless night. When father woke up, his first question was about his little daughter. Father: How is Deborah doing? Mother: We’d better call the doctor. She is sick! Father: I heard her crying and moaning all night. What on earth bothers her? She seemed to be out of her mind. Mother: I just don’t know. But we’ll find out. Father: I’ll get the doctor. Narrator: Father went for the doctor. He was a very friendly old man, everybody liked him. He came in haste to see Deborah. Doctor: Good morning. Who is ill? Mother: Our little daughter. Doctor: How old is she? Mother: Eleven. Doctor: Where is she? Let me see her. Mother: Right here, in this room. Doctor: Good morning, little girl. What is your name? Deborah: Deborah. Doctor: Good, good. Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue. Let me check your pulse. All right. Now let me check your heart, and lungs. Take a deep breath. Once again. Good. Mother: Well? Doctor: Frankly, I didn’t find anything. This child seems to be all right. Father: Are you sure, Doctor? Doctor: Yes. Maybe, she had an upset stomach, and that’s why She was a little restless. Keep her in bed today, and I’m sure that she will feel much better by tomorrow. Father: We certainly hope so. Doctor: Well, I’d better go. I have many other patients to see today. Good bye. Narrator: This left father and mother sort of puzzled, and wondering if the doctor really meant what he said, or he just didn’t want to say that Deborah was hopelessly ill? Mother: Upset stomach? Father: Ridiculous! Mother: What shall we do? Father: Don’t ask me! Mother: I know, what I will do. I heard of a wonderful man, who can heal you, no matter what the trouble is. He even can get you back to life, if you are dead. Father: Are you serious? Mother: That’s what I was told. And I believe it too I’ll go to Him. Do you know who He is? People call Him Jesus and insist that He is the Messiah. Father: Messiah? Forget it! Mother: What do you mean? Father: Messiah was given to another people, not us. You are a Greek, He will not talk to you. You will never get close to Him. Mother: I’ll take my chances. I believe that He will help. I have faith... do I really? ... I must have faith in Jesus! Narrator: So mother went, and found Jesus in a houst where He went, and where He hoped that He could hide, so no one would know it. He was so tired, so exhausted, He badly needed some rest. But this woman found Him. And she foSnd some of His most trusted disciples, too, with Him. Mother: Lord Jesus, hear me, please! Peter: Who are you? Mother: I am a Greek woman. Peter: Greek women have no business here. Mother: I must talk to the Master. Peter: Why? Mother: My child is sick. Peter: You are not one of us. Go away. Jesus: Who is it? Mother: Lord Jesus, my little daughter is possessed by an unclean spirit. O, please, come and cast the demon out of her.