My sister

I will share a story that happened in our family in 1945, at the time of my sister’s death at age eighteen. I remember the details vividly. It was Easter Sunday when my sister and her husband, with their ten-month old daughter, were having dinner with us. I was fourteen at the time. My sister did not feel well and lay on the couch. Later, we found out she had typhoid fever. This epidemic took the lives of many young people due to lack of antibiotics in Egypt at that time. Disturbed over her sickness, my father was trying to encourage her—or perhaps encourage himself, as well as all of us—by saying to my sister that she would soon be well. Agreeing with him, my sister replied, “I will be healed on August 6.” Since it was only May, my father rebuked her, saying she would be healed much sooner. In spite of the best doctors and care, my sister and her daughter did not improve. My sister’s body was wasting away because of the liquid diet the doctors were treating typhoid patients with at the time. My little niece passed away from typhoid at thirteen months of age in July, and August 6 arrived with my sister’s health in total decline. She was flat on her back, unable to move. Suddenly, she pulled herself and sat up in bed, saying in French, “Jesus, Jesus!” My mother tried to help her lie back, but my sister sweetly said, “Don’t you see Him, Mother? He is here to take me home!” Three hours later, she was out of her body and enjoying the presence of Jesus. 

How can we be sure of this? Was my sister sinless? Of course not! But she had accepted the Lord Jesus as her personal Savior, and He came to take her to be with Him as he promises all those who believe in His saving power!