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God's Plan - His Way!

 

Photo Courtesy of The Daily Telegram, Adrian, Michigan

 

Does Your Child Know Jesus?

When my child lay dying in a coma,

I knew how scared he must be.

 

He had never been baptized...

was he confused about death?

Did he think he was going to hell?

Does he know his car crashed into a CHURCH?



These thoughts played over and over in my mind as I watched the doctors look at him like prey for their donor lists. He knew Jesus loved him, we learn that as children, but like my parents did with me, I rarely took him to church, so he didn't actually KNOW Jesus.

I decided to raise his younger brother in the church, with all the peer pressure and drugs that were so easy to get now a days, I knew he needed Jesus in his life. My sons were ten years apart, and this child, that I was watching lay helpless in a coma, was my first born. After his father left me, life was tough as a single mom, he even went "on the road" with me when I was a musician. But when it was school time, I settled down. I spent a lot of quality time with him when he was little, but we didn't go to church. He was a good kid, or at least he had me fooled if he wasn't. I had a totally different lifestyle now.

He was my little bird that flew from the nest before I had a chance to teach him how to fly! Oh, how I wished I could have raised him differently! I felt like I just pushed him out to wing it!

I taught him to love God, and he knew all His commandments so he could obey God as well. He knew all that I knew, which wasn't much! As a child, I went to Sunday school when I was with my grandparents. I also went to Bible school in the summer. Never once was I taught that Jesus was a part of the Triune God, the only God, and that Jesus was part of that God in the flesh who came to save us from the sins of the earth, or that the Holy spirit was also part of that God that lives in the hearts of those who believe in all this! I knew Jesus loved us and saved us from our sins... but I didn't know what that meant. So I never knew that believing in this saving grace of Jesus Christ was the only way to heaven! That I couldn't just believe in God and be good to get there! I had only started to understand all this myself!

I wanted both of my sons baptized, but by now this one had a mind of his own. He had heard all kinds of stories about faith. It was confusing for him. People closest to him believed that you would surely die and go to hell if you had never been baptized, though I believed in a much more loving God than that, he had been concerned lately! But he hadn't yet. What was on his mind? What did he believe? What was the TRUTH? Was he afraid? Confused? Or was Jesus already taking care of him for me? Just where do they go when they are in a coma, anyway? Who knew? Only God knows.

So I became a mother on a mission! I had to find a pastor who would baptize my first born, so he would feel worthy of being saved! No, I didn't want him to have "last rights," I wanted him to KNOW Jesus for the REST of his life! To be able to go to him with arms open wide and let Him comfort him and love him... and yes, praise God, SAVE him!

Can you believe I had a hard time getting the pastor to baptize him? Granted, he was in a coma and couldn't publicly testify to knowing Jesus, but what about babies? They baptize babies don't they? This was MY baby! Was he really dying? Was he slipping further away?

The doctors said he wouldn't live 48 hours! "Help me, God!" I cried... "Please God, send your angels to protect him until he believes he is safe in the arms of Jesus!"

I don't know how, or why, but I had faith. That faith could only have come from KNOWING Jesus, and that God had a plan for us. But little did I know God's Plan for us had only begun. He was working in our lives and had been for some time.

He knew Jesus loved my son, and lately he'd been hearing his prayers often. He answered a child that was depressed and had felt the need for His comforting love. We had a fire a few weeks earlier, and the small town fire chief, as with many other fires, called it arson, and started the police accusing him of starting the fire.

"How could anyone think I could burn my parents house down?" he asked me. But many did, thanks to gossips and small town jealousy. Now he'd been in a car accident. He really hadn't done anything wrong. Surely he knows that, doesn't he? He was just driving too fast trying to get to work on time. It wasn't his fault. He was run off the road by another driver. It all happened so fast. Does he even know what happened?

 

Did he see the cross towering above him before the impact?

 

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