Late in the evening, while walking to the barn to do the evening chores, Father heard a voice, “John, I died for you, confess your sins, you are mine.” Looking around, and seeing no one, he wondered who could have spoken.

Again he heard the voice, “John, confess your sins. Call the doctor for Laura; she will be healed.”

Milking the cows, Father contemplated the Voice and reflected on his recent life. “I have been spending too much time at the tavern, and just this morning I lost my temper,” he thought ruefully. “But would God speak to me, a sinner?”

Coming into the house and rapidly dialing the village doctor’s number, Father heard the phone ring. A voice on the other end of the line asked for directions and hesitantly said, “ I will come over.”

Two hours later, a car pulled up in front of the rustic farm home. A strange man jumped out and came into the house. Introducing himself as the doctor that had been called, he asked for the patient.