Billy and Florence Nightingale

My encounter yesterday with Billy was one I'll not soon forget, especially because of the nurse I'll never know.  Let me explain...  I received a call in the afternoon from our Baptist Association office concerning a most unusual caller. A man traveling by bus back home to Tulsa from a funeral in Junction had suffered a seizure and was in Providence Hospital for treatment.  His name is Billy.  He said that he had accepted Christ in the hospital and wanted to speak with someone about how to get started right in his new Christian life.  The hospital gave him the Baptist Association office number.  I agreed to see him in the hospital, and in so doing learned about an inspiring sequence of events.  It seems that a hospital chaplain had left with him a small book written by Billy Graham concerning salvation.  Later that day a nurse came to his room, saw the book on his bedside table, and asked if Billy had read it.  Billy replied that he had but needed someone to explain it to him.  Astonishingly, the nurse arranged to take her break at that moment and proceeded to lead Billy in giving his life to Christ in prayer.  What an unmistakable exhibition of vocation by the unidentified nurse-living out one's calling to honor Christ through nursing.  I learned all this from Billy last night, and as I dropped him off at the bus station this morning, he told me that his life had changed forever as the result of one anonymous nurse.  God bless you Florence Nightingale, whoever you are.