As an evangelist, I am used to looking for people to witness to. You must go where the fish are. But when the "fish" comes to you, a very special situation arises.

Sunday, September 14th, I was on my way home after a healing meeting at Pinsekirken Salen, Ski, the night before. A wonderful meeting that lasted six hours. My friend Milo from Oslo drove me from Ski to the Central Station. I had plenty of time for the train to depart from Oslo. I found a good spot on a bench by a table. On the other side of the table, there was also a bench that belonged to the seating area.

Sitting with Muslims

Then I noticed four men looking for a place to sit. Cautiously, one of them came over to me and politely asked if he and a friend could sit with me. My antennas were up: God was setting up "a divine appointment." But the man with broken Norwegian showed great confidence and asked if one of his friends could sit next to me on my bench. Before I could answer, he came over and sat next to me. Then the other two came. Suddenly, there were four of us, plus me.

They told about themselves: One worked in transportation, one was a cleaner, the third was a chef, and the fourth was a taxi driver. Out of the blue, "I was suddenly at a set table." All were Kurds from Iraq. They had come to Norway in the years 1998 and 1999 and had experienced family reunification a few years later.

Muslims heard about Jesus

The men bought themselves coffee and had small cakes with them, which they placed on the table in front of us. I told them I was a preacher and had spoken at a meeting the night before. I talked about our work and pulled out my tract, "5 minutes to Heaven." "Here I write about Jesus," I said. As soon as I said Jesus, they exclaimed: "Jesus!" They all liked him, for he is mentioned in the Quran. I showed them the "bridge illustration" from the tract. They willingly followed along. I told them about miracles and prayer for the sick. I asked if any of them were sick. The taxi driver next to me had a bit of pain in his left shoulder. I asked if I could pray for the shoulder. I could, answered the friendly man and rolled up his shirt sleeve. Then I told them about God's "holy oil." They had no trouble believing in it. I prayed for the man. Then he told me about a sick friend. I prayed for the sick friend and gave him the little oil bottle and said: "Now you can apply oil to your friend twice a day. When you run out of oil, you can contact me." This he would do.

I spent an hour with these wonderful Kurds from Iraq. Each of them received the tract "5 minutes to Heaven" in Norwegian. "Next time I come to Oslo, we'll have a hamburger together," I said to them. Yes, they all wanted that. We had become friends. It's called "friendship evangelism."

Missed the train!!

I said goodbye to my new friends to catch the train home to Vennesla. I misread the board and went to the wrong exit. The train left without me, and I had to take a later train!

In the meantime, I went to a restaurant near where the Kurds were sitting. This led to me meeting a man who recognized me. He left the table at the restaurant, came toward me, and said: "Is it Svein-Magne? I am a supporter of Misjonen Jesus Leger, but I am sick. Can you pray for me?" I found the oil bottle, anointed him, and prayed for healing. Had I not missed the train, I would not have met him! Maybe God confused my thoughts so that I would be late for the train? Read about him elsewhere on my Facebook page.

One of the first things I said to Solveig when she picked me up at the train station in Vennesla was: "Oslo is fantastic! It's teeming with people and cultures." I wanted to take the train back again.

People are my life. God has called us to reach the world with the gospel. And we do that at Jesus Heals Ministries in so many ways. But now the focus was on four friendly Kurds at the Central Station in Oslo and a sick man who needed help. Sometimes you have to search for the "fish," other times the fish lands "in your lap" before you know it. Just like it happened on Sunday, September 14, 2025.