Twenty plus years ago a Jewish dentist invited us out for dinner.  We were to meet at his house and then go out.
When we arrived we were introduced to his brother, a doctor. I told them I had spent four years as a pre-med student in college. The brothers asked why I did not go to medical school.

I answered, “My life was dramatically touched by Messiah Yeshua, who brought great healing to my life, and as a consequence my academic direction had changed.” 

The doctor asked me a few questions about Yeshua.  The dentist interrupted and said it was time to go to the restaurant.  We went only with him.

Three weeks later the dentist had a stroke, went comatose and died.

My husband attended the funeral.  Back at the widow’s house, the doctor, quite inebriated, shouted out in the hearing of about twenty five Jewish people, “What was that your wife was saying about Jesus?”

My husband did not expect that question, let alone in that context.  He stumbled in his answer.

Later that day the doctor left for his home in the Mid-west.
On the way back home he dropped dead in O’Hare Airport, the same day that he buried his brother.