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Authors: Karen Kingsbury
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hour. Olsen explained that he’d heard from his doctors about Bonner’s cancer. “I have a check for you, something to help with your medical costs.” The man shrugged and gave Bonner a slight smile. “Maybe it’ll help you get the care you need.”
Then Olsen asked Bonner about God. And with Angela at his side, Bonner told him about their faith and about living a life right before God. At the end of the conversation, Olsen and Bonner prayed.
“Could you be my friend, Bonner? Someone I could visit now and then, someone to talk to about God?”
A smile lifted the corners of Bonner’s mouth. He squeezed Angela’s hand. “Definitely.”
“Good.” Olsen stood to leave. “I was asking God about a friend when I crashed. And now he’s worked everything out.” Olsen walked to the door, looked over his shoulder, and grinned. “I think he’s going to work everything out for you, too, Bonner.”
When the man was gone, Bonner turned to Angela and remembered the check. “He gave me something, a thank-you gift.”
“Well, open it up.” Angela stood beside him, peering at the folded check.
Bonner did, and both he and Angela fell silent, shocked.
The check was for one million dollars. In the note section it read only, “Use this to get better.”
Bonner did just that. In the months that followed he tried the costly experimental treatment. Three years later, in one of their many times together, Bonner and Olsen agreed that God had done more than take part in the miracle of Olsen’s rescue and Bonner’s healing.
He also gave them the miracle of new friendship.
In the Nick of Time
A s Taylor Evans climbed the damaged utility pole that cloudy afternoon in Oklahoma City, two thoughts occurred to him. First, he hadn’t heard from his best friend, Aaron, in six months. And second, he no longer expected to.
Taylor stared at the light fixture some thirty feet above him and began to climb. He hadn’t pictured himself working for the electric company when he graduated from college, but the job had come up, and now he was close to being made foreman. The job paid well, tasks were usually simple to complete, and after twenty years he’d have a better pension than most.
That afternoon, the problem was with the light itself. The bulb had been changed the week before, but now the new one had burned out. No doubt the wires were frayed, and it was Taylor’s job to determine where.
He glanced at the increasing clouds overhead and whispered a familiar prayer.
Get me down safely, God. Get me down safely.
His climb continued five feet, ten, closer to the light fixture. As he moved, his mind wandered again and images of Aaron came once more. They’d been closer than brothers, able to read each other’s thoughts almost before they had time to think them. High school had been a blast, the two of them playing football and basketball for Central High School, and the same had been true for junior college.
Back then, Aaron had been good enough to win a scholarship, if only he would have worked harder on his academics. His grade-point average was such that he talked Taylor into spending their first two years at the local community college, where they could both play football and Aaron could hope for a scholarship once his grades were up.
The first season was going better than either of them had dreamed when the injury happened.
Aaron was a tight end. One night a particular play had him cutting left and running ten yards for the catch. But a linebacker from the opposing team caught his pattern almost as soon as the ball was snapped. Aaron took a direct, full-force blow to his knee and collapsed to the ground. He had to be taken from the field on a stretcher to the hospital, where doctors delivered the devastating news.
His knee was destroyed. Several operations would be necessary to give Aaron back mobility and range, and he would have to learn to walk again. But his days of playing football were over forever.
That was the
Then Olsen asked Bonner about God. And with Angela at his side, Bonner told him about their faith and about living a life right before God. At the end of the conversation, Olsen and Bonner prayed.
“Could you be my friend, Bonner? Someone I could visit now and then, someone to talk to about God?”
A smile lifted the corners of Bonner’s mouth. He squeezed Angela’s hand. “Definitely.”
“Good.” Olsen stood to leave. “I was asking God about a friend when I crashed. And now he’s worked everything out.” Olsen walked to the door, looked over his shoulder, and grinned. “I think he’s going to work everything out for you, too, Bonner.”
When the man was gone, Bonner turned to Angela and remembered the check. “He gave me something, a thank-you gift.”
“Well, open it up.” Angela stood beside him, peering at the folded check.
Bonner did, and both he and Angela fell silent, shocked.
The check was for one million dollars. In the note section it read only, “Use this to get better.”
Bonner did just that. In the months that followed he tried the costly experimental treatment. Three years later, in one of their many times together, Bonner and Olsen agreed that God had done more than take part in the miracle of Olsen’s rescue and Bonner’s healing.
He also gave them the miracle of new friendship.
In the Nick of Time
A s Taylor Evans climbed the damaged utility pole that cloudy afternoon in Oklahoma City, two thoughts occurred to him. First, he hadn’t heard from his best friend, Aaron, in six months. And second, he no longer expected to.
Taylor stared at the light fixture some thirty feet above him and began to climb. He hadn’t pictured himself working for the electric company when he graduated from college, but the job had come up, and now he was close to being made foreman. The job paid well, tasks were usually simple to complete, and after twenty years he’d have a better pension than most.
That afternoon, the problem was with the light itself. The bulb had been changed the week before, but now the new one had burned out. No doubt the wires were frayed, and it was Taylor’s job to determine where.
He glanced at the increasing clouds overhead and whispered a familiar prayer.
Get me down safely, God. Get me down safely.
His climb continued five feet, ten, closer to the light fixture. As he moved, his mind wandered again and images of Aaron came once more. They’d been closer than brothers, able to read each other’s thoughts almost before they had time to think them. High school had been a blast, the two of them playing football and basketball for Central High School, and the same had been true for junior college.
Back then, Aaron had been good enough to win a scholarship, if only he would have worked harder on his academics. His grade-point average was such that he talked Taylor into spending their first two years at the local community college, where they could both play football and Aaron could hope for a scholarship once his grades were up.
The first season was going better than either of them had dreamed when the injury happened.
Aaron was a tight end. One night a particular play had him cutting left and running ten yards for the catch. But a linebacker from the opposing team caught his pattern almost as soon as the ball was snapped. Aaron took a direct, full-force blow to his knee and collapsed to the ground. He had to be taken from the field on a stretcher to the hospital, where doctors delivered the devastating news.
His knee was destroyed. Several operations would be necessary to give Aaron back mobility and range, and he would have to learn to walk again. But his days of playing football were over forever.
That was the
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