July 18, 2022
Today is my dad’s birthday.
He’s been gone a long time now, but his birthday pops up and reminds me
of him.
My Dad was raised as a Jehovah’s Witness, but he left that “church”
sometime in his early adult years, as it didn’t match his lifestyle.
When my sister, brother and I met Jesus in 1966, we all began
to pray for my Mom, and my Dad, now divorced, that they would come to Jesus,
too. My Mom came gloriously to Jesus
shortly before she died through some neighbors on the street where my brother
lived. The fact that those God-loving
ladies lived there, before my Mom flew out to CA to live with my brother, was
truly a gift from God.
One morning, years after my Dad had died, I was praying. I don’t remember the subject of my prayers,
but as I got up to leave my prayer room and get ready for work I felt Father
God whisper to me, “You know your Dad is with me?”
Well, no, I didn’t know that.
Didn’t know if he had ever actually connected with Jesus before we found
him on the bathroom floor that night. We
had shared about Jesus with Dad many times, but he’d never responded in such a
way that I knew he had met Jesus on his own.
There had been some indications that God was drawing Dad near,
like when Dad was asked his religion during a hospital interview, and he told
the nurse “Christian”.
So one night at House of Prayer I was sharing these things
with my prayer group and my friend, Joe, who has a real heart for people who
are Jehovah’s Witnesses told me that a Jehovah’s Witness will never, ever say “Christian”,
when asked what religion they adhere to.
When I heard what Joe shared, a joy filled my heart. It’s true!
What I heard from Father God is true!
And I looked toward heaven and told Father God, “So he’s really there
with you, isn’t he?”
“Believe
on the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved—you and your household.” ..Acts 16:31
