"Jim, it's Jesus"

Waimarino Bulletin, Volume 2, Issue 5, 3 July 1984, Page 14

"Jim, it's Jesus"

There was a small church in the city which had a lovely altar. The church was always open every day. Exactly at 12 o'clock, a scruffy tramp came in, walked up the aisle to the altar and stood silently for about twenty seconds and then left. After this had gone on for a few weeks the pastor became suspicious and he asked the caretaker to keep an eye on him, after all there were a lot of valuable things on the altar. One day the caretaker stopped the tramp and asked him what he was doing. "I have. come to pray," said the tramp. "You don't come to pray, you don't stay long enough to pray," replied the caretaker. "Nobody taught me to pray" said the old man, "so I just say Jesus it's Jim." Shortly after this he took

ill and was admitted to hospital. In his ward there were several men who continually grumbled. It was either the food or the draughts, the nurses or the way the bed was made. Then it was noticed that there was a change in their attitudes. Grumblings stopped and the ward was a happy and contented place. Enquiries were made by the hospital staff and they were told it was Jim. "He never complains and after knowing all the pain he had been through it would not be right for us to complain and grumble." A nurse asked Jim "What is it? How are you so good?", Jim answered, "It isn't me, it's my friend, he comes every day to visit me and share what he has with me. "But Jim, nobody visits you." "Oh nurse, yes, I do have a visitor every day at 1 2 o'clock and he says 'Jim, it's Jesus'."