We found out at the funeral that Jason had indeed become a Christian. The pastor said that he had known Jason only a very short time, meeting him at M.D. Anderson Hospital. That is the cancer hospital in the Texas Medical Center in Houston.
Sarah, his wife, had told some of her co-workers that Jason had “gone all Christian on me.” But today she did say that she knew Jason was in a better place. The pastor did a beautiful service. He said very little actually about Jason, but he gave lots of scripture, and presented the plan of salvation. She also gave an invitation of sorts, just asking people who did not know where they would go when they died, to come and talk to him. He also said that giving the plan of salvation was the request of the family.
Jason was a rock musician, and the pastor did say that the list of things he had done wrong in his life was long. But he said those things were all forgiven now. That brought a few tears to my eyes, because eventhough I did not know Jason, I had been praying that he would not die without coming to know Jesus. I got my answer to prayer today.
I have to take Beth to the dentist tomorrow at noon. She’s having pain in her left jaw, and I think she has an abcess.
I’ll start off this post by saying happy birthday to my nephew, Justin. He is 22 today. Justin was the best man in Brandon and Rachael’s wedding last November. Well….I guess Brandon was actually the best man, or he wouldn’t have been the one getting married
I was there when Justin was born. I stood right behind the doctor and watched it all. It is absolutely amazing to watch a baby being born. My brother-in-law worked weird hours at that time, so I took the LaMaze classes with my youngest sister. Bill now owns an air conditioning/refrigeration business and Brandon works for him. He also owns a crane company. But at that time, he was just an AC technician who worked too late to go with her to the LaMaze classes.
Bill was there when Justin was born, but he stood at the head of the table. Most guys don’t handle it too well, actually watching the birth. I would have been delivering Justin if Dr. Bowman had just moved out of the way I get excited about babies being born.
It was about midnight that night when Heather called and said they were heading to the hospital. We had just gone to bed, so I had been up all day. I got ready to go to the hospital, also, to spend another day without sleep. I wasn’t feeling that great anyway, so going without sleep was hard.
We did not know at that time, that I was pregnant with Bethany.
Justin was a 6 pound little bundle, and everything went pretty well. And I just cried when he was born. Surgical masks make great Kleenexes. It was only about 18 months after our Rachel had died, so it was difficult for me.
He was the cutest little baby, and has turned into a very handsome young man. Happy birthday, Justin!
Justin is in the center of these pics. His brother, Michael (on the right end) is getting married in December.
Three of you commented on my last post about witnessing, and becoming a Christian at the last minute. I wanted to tell you about someone that really did wait until the last minute.
After my grandfather died in 1965, my grandmother had to go to work. She tried several things, but eventually worked as a nurse’s aide, first in a nursing home, then at a large hospital in the Texas Medical Center. Nanny was a Christian and was a Sunday School teacher at the church we still attend.
She was always telling patients at the nursing home about Jesus, if she thought they did not know him. She was also always showing kindness to many of the patients by treating them like they were her own family. There was a young man named Jimmy Ewing, who had cerebral palsy and was confined to a wheelchair. He could not speak plainly at all because his brain damage was so bad. His family lived in west Texas, so she use to bring him home with her sometimes, so he could have some family life. I was a young pre-teen then, and did get to the point where I could talk to him, and understand him.
But there was a woman in the nursing home, who had been very opposed to Christianity. This woman was very ill. Nanny tried to talk to her about Jesus, but the woman didn’t want anything to do with it. She fell into a coma, and was not expected to live. Nanny prayed, fervently, because she did not want this woman to die without accepting Jesus.
Nanny would pray by her bedside, as she took care of this woman. And one day, the woman came out of the coma. Nanny talked to her one last time about Jesus, and the woman did not fight her that time. She seemed to understand. But she died later that day.
We did not know for sure if that woman ever accepted Jesus. But Nanny believed with all her heart that God had allowed that woman to wake up one last time, and have one last chance to hear God’s word, because that was Nanny’s strongest desire at that time. And we believe that God honored her request because she spent her life trying to obey Him, honor Him, and tell others about Him.
I’m sure Nanny knows now, whether or not that woman ever was saved. Nanny died of cancer in 1972 – the same kind of cancer the young man died from that we are attending the funeral for today.
I hope that woman did accept Jesus during that one last chance that God gave her.
This is my grandmother, about 6 months before she died. I’ve posted this picture before.