It was the year AD 430, Augustine lay dying.
“Please bishop, just one more visitor today,” the voice pleaded as the door gently pushed forward.
“My son, don’t you see my condition?” the tired man replied. “If I had any power over illness I should have healed myself.”
The visitor would not be so easily dissuaded. “I had a dream that I should come to you, and that my health would be restored.” Weary as he was in these final days, the preacher raised his hands in benediction, and the sick man left healed.
Augustine’s last years had been given over not only to

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