The first time I visited an older person who was a shut’in I was scared to death. What could I do to help them, they were about to die and could barely understand me. Besides being scared I did not know if it was worth the time to go out to their house. But I decided to do it. I came in and talked a while with the care giver and then I took the older mans hand. He was not able to say much to me, but I told him about myself and how his church was praying for him. Then I read him some scriptures, and after some more limited interaction I prayed with him, and as I closed with the Lords prayer, I could hear him trying to join in. As I ended I looked up and saw many tears streaming down his face. It wasn’t until that point that I understood the ministry God had asked me to do there