IN NEED OF HEALING
The crunch of shoes hurrying over the gravel went unnoticed. The congregation was listening to the speaker with rapt attention that couldn’t be shaken. The solitary messenger slipped into the large imposing tent and stood nervously at the back, shifting from foot to foot in an agitated little jig as he contemplated what to do next.
He watched the speaker move across the raised platform at the front with confident fluid movements. Gripping his hat tightly with both his hands Oliver Skinner frantically racked his brains until he spotted a small, slight figure seated to a side of the platform just behind the speaker. The man had warm animated eyes and he followed the speaker with fixed attention. Slipping around the side of the crowd and keeping in the shadows the messenger Oliver managed to get within reach of the platform.
He gazed earnestly at the slight bright-eyed man until he caught his attention and then made a small gesture beckoning to him. The man did a slight double take before quietly slipping off the stage and walking up to Oliver.
“How may I help you sir?” the man asked politely as his eyes deftly sized up the caller.
“Please sir…there’s been an accident..it’s Dr Parrot…she says she’s been attending your meetings…says that the only way she can survive the accident is if you and that gentleman up on the stage come and pray for her” Oliver motioned towards the speaker, Daniel Bordeau with a slight movement of his head.
John Loughborough gazed at Oliver Skinner for a long moment before replying “where is Dr Parrot?” he finally asked
“At my home, not far from here at Piner…I can take you…I have a buggy waiting outside…please sir, we’re afraid she may not live to see daybreak”
Loughborough was silent as he weighed up his options. Finally, he quietly responded “Young man, I’m afraid we can’t dismiss our congregation on such short notice. Many have come from quite a distance and all of them have come with the expectation of having the word of God preached to them…we simply cannot disappoint them”
“Please Sir…she’s hurt real bad…she says a doctor won’t do her any good…she reckons that her only hope is you two tent preachers”
Loughborough shook his head sadly “the best we can do” he said slowly “is to come over first thing tomorrow morning. I’ll bring my wife Mary with me and we’ll come over to the Skinner place as early as we possibly can and we will pray that God will help Dr Parrot to hold on till then”