Fictional Stories But Could Be True- Color

Albert had been a believer for 15 years. He had won over every bad habit or trait of his; almost all, so as to say. Smoking, drinking, cursing were no longer a part of him. Tall, fair and handsome. An ideal husband and father was he. Secretary of Mission Chennai Full Gospel Church and Bible class teacher. Respected by most. Yet one thing he couldn't or didn't want to part with. He preferred the company of the elite at work and even in church. He couldn't stand the sight of the lower caste and poor. Secretly and sometimes overtly he chided them and showed his displeasure when they sought his company or asked for favors. His wife had known this all along and often had talked to him about being Christ minded and being impartial. But he just ignored her advice saying that it was because of their sins or shortcomings that they were of lower caste and poverty was a curse of their forefathers.

Some time later, one day Albert came back early from office; he was feverish and had severe low back pain. Painkillers didn't seem to bring much relief and he consulted his doctor the next day. Already very weak and a bit dizzy, the doctor advised him to get admitted for a few blood tests. The next day of admission, he had bleeding from his gums and nose. The blood reports showed a very low platelet count and the doctor diagnosed the sickness to be Dengue fever. Albert needed blood transfusions because the bleeding had increased and he had been vomiting blood. His friends at work and the church members rallied together to donate blood. Albert was semi-comatose and his platelet count was not showing any improvement. The doctor advised 10 platelet transfusions and many of the church members willingly donated. There was round the clock prayer going on for Albert.

2 weeks later, Albert gained consciousness and began taking fluids orally. Another week passed before he was discharged and went home. As he gained strength, he wanted to know who all had been kind enough to give their blood to save his life. His wife told him about all who had been merciful. When Albert heard the names, he wept. 8 of the blood donors were those of the lower caste; men and women he belittled. He wept his heart out. His tears were not those of regret, but of repentance. God had cleansed him through this episode. He had a testimony to give in church and it was a new one; one without guile.