If you have read part one of “Father to the Fatherless” and you’re now reading this one, thank you, and I pray it’s because the first spoke to your heart and that you believe what I wrote. If you’re reading this one to see what ‘crazy claims’ this author wrote, knock yourself out. The events I have written are factual. My reason for sharing? As the world intentionally continues to turn a blind eye to God, life is increasingly becoming more evil and chaotic. There is goodness in the world and it’s not material things. No, goodness in the world comes from people who were made in God’s image. Every day, miracles still do happen. The fact that I didn’t become a statistic in my youth is a BIG miracle and I have Jesus to thank for that.
As I mentioned in part one, when I was in second grade, Jesus first approached me while I was grounded to my bedroom and has made himself known throughout my life. Moving forward two years later, I was now in fourth grade. As children of my generation, we road in the back beds of pickup trucks, no seat belts in cars and yes, we even rode our bicycles without helmets! Although, the latter would have saved my parents and me a world of heartaches! It was early spring and my friend Kim and I were riding our bicycles down a very steep paved road. Today, it doesn’t seem so steep but back then, it was a mountain top! As we are riding down this hill, I’m in the lead. Feeling “with one” on my bike, I started weaving my bike from side to side, getting caught up in the gliding and free feeling; I felt like I had wings until my freedom came to an abrupt halt! To this day, I don’t remember what happened. One second flying, the next, laying on the street! I remember my hearing was muffled and I could barely hear Kim asking me if I was alright. She sounded so far away. I told her I was fine and said I wanted go to home. I don’t remember whether she followed me home or not. My eye sight kept coming and going. Each time my vision returned, the duration was shorter! Jesus had to have been watching over me because I made it home without further harming myself! The last I saw that day while riding up into my driveway was my sister standing in the driveway and I had to ask her to open the garage door because my vision was completely gone and I couldn’t find the handle to open the garage door! Once in the house, I called for my mother and she answered that she was in her bathroom. I don’t know how I managed to get from the kitchen to her bathroom without walking into something! …Well, I KNOW how but it amazes me still to this day how the Lord was taking care of me! …A true friend, Jesus is! I remember being very sleepy and I kept falling asleep. Fearing I would go into a coma, Mom wouldn’t allow me to fall asleep. Let me tell you, when you have a concussion, the urge to sleep is very strong! On the way to the hospital, my mother had my brother slap me gently in the face to keep me awake. I’m sure my brother enjoyed that! HA! I stayed in the hospital I think it was three days, I don’t remember. Within twenty four hours, I regained my eyesight. Thank you Jesus! However, it seemed every year my glasses’ prescription would get stronger, and by the time I was a junior in high school, though I could see with corrective lenses, I was still considered “legally blind”. It was apparent to me even as a child going through this, Jesus was carrying me through this challenging time in my life.
It’s important to understand that the events I have shared thus far are true and I’m not sharing these events to bring attention to myself but to God. I can brag about him all day! I’m not anyone of significance or of some special station in life other than I belong to Jesus, and he said he would not let go of those whom belong to him. There were two such cases where my Lord was literal in that he wouldn’t let go of me! The first occurred when I was in fifth or six grade. Every month, my mother would receive Oral Robert’s “Prayer Tower” magazines and I used to love to read them. To this day, I can still remember what the article was about because what occurred! I was sitting at the kitchen table by myself, reading this article in the “Prayer Tower” about letting Jesus be the co-pilot. The article was a real life event that was written about this pilot who should have lost his life in a plane crash but Jesus had other plans. As I’m reading about letting Jesus be my co-pilot, a very warm heavy hand rested on my right shoulder. The weight of this hand made my shoulder go down and I could feel it was a right hand. I thought it was my mom looking to see what I was reading but when I turned to speak to her, there was no one there! …Jesus, how I love you, when I think I’m alone, I’m not!
The second time, again, Jesus literally touched me, I was in seventh grade. This day was like any other day at school except as I’m finishing up my last class of the day, Language Arts, I was feeling very sick to my stomach. It was like stomach flu pains. Walking home was three miles. Luckily, I had my gal pals with me! I kept blacking out. My face would get cold and feel like needles were pricking it, following with my vision looking like I was seeing through a negative. It was scary! We’re not even off school premises yet and I decided to sit down on the sidewalk because I could not stand for very long. I told my friends to call my mother to come and get me. My friends walked me to the front of the school. <Sigh>, Let me just say, I don’t think I have ever had better friends than I did in junior high! Anyway, they waited with me until mom picked me up. As soon as I got in the back seat, I immediately noticed my mother was displeased with me. I asked her why she was mad and she said I was wanting to stay out of school because one of my other siblings stayed home from school that day. I told mom that if that was the case, why I would go all day to school. She didn’t answer me. I always felt guilty when I was sick, that was how my mother made me feel. The moment I got home, I made a b-line to the bathroom because I’m now feeling like I’m going to toss my cookies. I’m sitting on the side of the bathtub because every time I would stand, I would black out. I don’t know why my mother was so angry at me; I was never one to fake being sick….I knew better than that! Mom was leaning against the bathroom door with her arms crossed, looking very irritated with me. I asked her why she was angry and she told me to get up from the side of the tub. I told her I felt like I was going to pass out when I stood. She insisted that I get up, then turned and left the bathroom. Feeling guilty and wanting to obey my mother, I got up from off the side of the bathtub. The way our bathroom was laid out was if you were to stand at the bathroom door, the sink was directly in front of you, with the toilet to the sink’s right, and the bathtub to the right of the toilet. It was a small bathroom. When I stood up, again, my face started feeling that strange cold and prickling sensation. I walked around the toilet to get the face cloth from off of the towel rack which was located above the toilet. I was going to wet the cloth and put it on my face. At that point, I was standing between the sink and the toilet holding onto the towel rack because I knew I was going to pass out and no one was there to help me. As my vision is going, I prayed, “Jesus, help me.” Right after that short prayer, I passed out. I felt myself falling backwards but not really even caring. I felt my head land on SOMEONES’ right shoulder and neck….I FELT IT! I felt like I was floating but I wasn’t alarmed at all. I could just feel myself floating like maybe I was dreaming but I couldn’t see. It seemed like an eternity. I came to, when I heard and felt the left side of my head lightly tap against the bathroom wall that was directly across from the toilet. I felt someone standing behind me, holding me up under my arms!! I’m now parallel to the toilet and sink! My feet are near the opened bathroom door! I open my eyes to see my mother and sister standing at the bathroom door looking down at me. Then my arms dropped heavily like someone had let them go! I remember looking up at mom and saying, “I thought you caught me, someone was holding me.” Mom said it looked like someone was holding me under my arms!
See, Jesus loves us all, and he’s not a myth as some would claim. He’s very much alive and he is waiting for you and me to invite him into our hearts. Jesus is the Son of God who took on flesh and bone to become human. He came on this earth to show us how to live. Jesus was sinless, still, he took on all the sins of the world, even the sins that hadn’t yet been committed! Jesus filled the void that separated us from God. This was done so that we would be forgiven by God and have eternal life. Once we choose Jesus as our Lord and Savior, his father becomes our father for all eternity! All we must do is repent of our sins; ask Jesus to come into our hearts and forgive our sins, then out of obedience, be baptized into the family of God. No special prayers needed, just an earnest heart. We will forever belong to Jesus! Jesus will not let us go nor forget us as the world cruelly does.
“My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand, My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all, no one can snatch them out of my Father’s hand. I and the Father are one.” John 10:27-30 (NIV).