After supper, Denise, Nana, and Papa were relaxed in the
living room, and instead of watching T.V., as Denise usually
did in the evenings, they were listening to a radio program.
It was a favorite of her grandparents. Well, Denise wasn’t
really listening, just letting the words of the speakers go in
one ear and out the other, as her mind wandered to various
things, and her body relaxed.
She had made it through the day without any further
trauma, thank goodness. But the scenes of that morning
incident replayed itself through her head many times. Never
was she able to figure anything that could have been done
differently. Death was just…just so sad, and depressing!
What was that? The speaker was saying something about a
coma, Denise sat up straight, suddenly intent on hearing
what was being said. Amazed, she listened to the end of
the program. Then, to make sure her ears weren’t playing
tricks on her, consulted with her grandparents. “Nana, Papa,
did I hear them saying something on the radio about coma
patients? Did he say that sometimes a comatose patient
may come out of a coma to answer a phone? Is that what
“That’s what the man said, child,” Papa said laughingly.
“Can you believe that?”
“Well, he was making a point about how addicted we are to
telephones,” Nana stated, trying to clarify the subject. “You
know, most people will quit anything they’re doing to
answer the phone, even climb out of the bathtub!”
“But, I’m wondering if he was really serious about the coma
stuff. Do you think someone might really come out of a
coma if they heard a phone ringing?” Denise asked
Nana and Papa looked at each other, then, they again
looked at Denise.
“Well, who knows? It might work,” answered Papa.
“You’re thinking of that ‘Jane Doe’ patient you told us about,
aren’t you?” Nana asked.
Nana was a perceptive woman, Denise thought. Nodding
her head, Denise tried to picture the scene. The bedside
phone ringing away in room 314, and Jane Doe, slowly
responding, until she was fully awakened, rising up in her
bed to answer the phone. Oh, it would be so cool, if it
would only work! Denise was beginning to be very excited at
“You know, Nana and I have been praying for that lady, ever
since you told us about her. I’m sure the Lord’s hand is
upon her, and I believe she will come out of it. The Lord
does answer prayer, you know,” Papa stated.
“How can you know. Papa? How can you really know for
sure?” Denise answered softly, wanting an answer
desperately. Her eyes were pleading for an answer that
would convince her.
“Because the Bible says so, Denise. Jesus himself said to
pray to the Father, in the name of the Son, and he said, ‘ask
and you shall receive’. Of course, we’re not to ask out of
selfishness, or for the lusts of the flesh, and we’re told to
pray according to God’s will. But, we can know God’s will
for us and others by studying His Word, and getting to know
Him in a personal way,” Papa explained. “HAve you ever
been saved, Denise? Born again?”
“I guess not. Papa. I’ve heard about it, you know, in Sunday
School, and Church, and I’m a member of this Church. I
mean, I’ve been baptized, you know, when I was a kid. But,
Mom and Dad, well, you know, they don’t believe that stuff
much. I’m kind of confused. I don’t really know what to
believe!” Denise replied, honestly.
“I don’t want to go against your parents, Denise, but if
you’re interested, I’ll tell you why I believe,” Papa said
“I’d like that. Papa. You and Nana always seem to handle
things, and you seem so at peace.” Denise caressed each
lovingly with her eyes.
“Why don’t you get my Bible off the bar for me, Denise, and
I’ll show you.
Walking into the kitchen to get the book, Denise heard a
motor, looked out the window, and saw that Roger had
arrived. A feeling of growing excitement began to build up
within her, but she couldn’t understand why. Well, he had
become a dear friend, in the short time she had been at the
farm, she reminded herself!
Greetings were exchanged as Roger came in and began to
enter into conversation with the family, glancing frequently
at Denise. who was rather quiet.
“Roger, we were just about to look up some scriptures
concerning the authority, and integrity of the Word, as a
basis for salvation. Since you’re the Teacher, here, why
don’t you take over?” Papa asked politely.
“Well, I’ll tell ya what! Let’s get our Bibles out, mine’s in the
truck, and have a good old-fashioned Bible Study. Got an
extra Bible for Denise?” Roger questioned.
“Of course, we’ve got plenty of Bibles,” Nana laughed, “and
just about all the different versions!”
They moved from the comfort of the living room cushions
to the closeness, and intimacy of the dining room table.
The first priority, Roger and Papa agreed, was to base
everything on the principle that, “In the mouth of two or
three witnesses shall every word be established”, according
to Deut. 17:6; John 8:17; 2 Cor. 13:1 and Heb. 10:28.
Then, with that basis, Roger began to confirm that the Bible
is the inspired Word of God, written by over thirty different
men, over a period of several centuries, yet the 66 books of
the Bible each agree and refer to the others. “An
impossibility with human beings. Possible only with an all-
wise, all-powerful God,” Roger stated.
They each looked up scriptures as they continued the study.
Denise was amazed at the mounting evidence before her.
Surely she had heard all this before, but now it began to
make sense to her. She thought of all the times she had
been in Sunday School and Church services, and the words
she heard had made little sense to her, but, now she
realized it was true! Her heart warmed with the knowledge.
Next, the scriptures began to show the prophesies in the
Old Testament concerning the Messiah, the Christ, and then
the fulfillment of the prophesies by Jesus’ life, from the
virgin birth, to the ascension of Jesus into the heavens.
There was no doubt left in Denise’s mind. The evidence
was clear. Now, what was she going to do about it? Was
she ready to make a commitment, after what she’d
learned? What about Jon, Mom and Dad? Would they
disown her or what? How could she not accept these things
as true, now that she’d seen in the book for herself. But to
make a commitment to serve this God, well, that was going
to be a big decision.
Rising from the table, Denise said, “It’s getting pretty late,
and I’ve gotta get up early to go to the hospital. I think I’ll
call it a night. Thanks for the Bible Study. I really learned a
“Well, goodnight. We’ll be turning in soon.” Nana called out
In her room, Denise pondered her situation. If only she
knew what to do, and what to think! Why was life so
complicated? Jon would be down this weekend – why, that
was day after tomorrow. Her heart melted at the thought of
being with him again. It had been such a long time, Denise
felt, though it had only been a couple of weeks. He had
called again last Friday night, and they had talked a long
time, but he said he had a thesis to write, and tests to
study for, and, again, he wouldn’t be down that weekend.
Denise thought about his dreamy brown eyes, the feel of his
arms around her, his body close to hers…
The darkness closed in, as Denise made herself
comfortable in the big, soft bed, and again her mind
wandered to the lady without a name or face who had
given birth to her. Did she ever hold her in her arms, close
to her body, her own mother? Why does this haunt me,
Denise wondered sleepily. Besides, I’ll probably never know
the answers to these ridiculous questions!
Finally, sleep overtook her. Then she began to dream. In her
dream, she watched as Jon’s car pulled up at an unfamiliar
house. He got out, and walked up to the door of the house.
Jessie Arnold opened the door, and Jon took her in his
arms.Denise became very angry, in her dream, and began to
scream, ‘No! No! He’s mine, mine, do you hear? Jon! Jon,
come back to me! But, they ignored her screams, and Jon
and Jessie walked arm in arm to Jon’s car. as if she didn’t
Denise awakened in a cold sweat, her heart pounding
rapidly in her chest. After a few moments, she realized it
was only a dream, or a nightmare! But, why would she
dream a thing like that! After all, she had thought it out
thoroughly, and decided that the conversation she had
overheard that day had been only a wild fantasy.
But, what would she do, if Jon was unfaithful to her? She
lay awake for a long time, listening to the night sounds, and
owl occasionally ‘who-ing’, a cricket singing, the leaves in
the big tree next to her window rattling slightly, as an
occasional breeze stirred them.
Finally, she drifted back into a restless sleep, tossing and
turning, awakening briefly, at times, just long enough to tell
herself, again, it was only a dream.