Jesus watched over the anesthetized girl. The operation to restore her sight was a delicate one, and the surgeon needed his help.
When Jesus felt the familiar tug of people praying, He tried to ignore it, but He’d promised to be wherever two or three were gathered in His name, and this time there were thousands.
With an agonized glance at the little girl, Jesus left the operating room.
Rocking her sightless child, the mother cried, “Why, Jesus? Why?”
Jesus wept but remained silent, unwilling to tell her He’d been called away by thousands of people praying for a touchdown.