When I was a littlie our family used to go to church often, we went to a charismatic church and I grew up believing that Jesus died on the cross for me and that He had washed my sin away.
As we got older and moved more and more (12 schools in 12 years of schooling – nuff said) we lost a lot of our faith as a family. We all believed in God and Jesus but we were not good at practisign what we believed in. My father was in a dangerous profession and thankfully he always made it home in one piece, time after time after time.
We grew up and flew the coop but still did not practice our beliefs. I got married and my Dad did a brief stint in Iraq working for a security company and had two VERY VERY close calls while over there (maybe one day I’ll blog about them). Two years after my wedding my folks split up. It was sudden (although in hindsight it probably was not that big a shock) and rocked our family to the core. My Mom and sister went back to church and re-affirmed their lives to the Lord. I went along one Sunday and also re-affirmed my life to the Lord.
All the while my father kept saying how he believed in God but would not ever set foot in a church again. He recently moved to the UK and ended up in Whales and has not been well at all of late. In fact the doctors there suspect that he has leukemia. (I’m freaking out for him! He’s all alone there guys – with nobody to look after him at all)
Recently my Mom has been councelling him to seek out the Lord cos we never know when our time is coming. She has not been pushing him but she has been coaxing him to think about it before it’s too late. Yesterday she got a text from my father asking her if she knew of a church like ours in Whales. Coming from someone who has not set foot in a church at all for well over 30 years – this is just HUGE. I cannot be more grateful to God for His grace in this situation. My Dad probably does not have much longer on this earth (please God he gets to meet my children before he leaves us). I would be devastated to think that he’s passed without giving his life to the Lord.
I’m so hopeful that he’s asked to go to church. At least then I’ll know that if the worst comes to the worst he won’t be alone. And that makes me feel so much better, it makes me feel that we’ll be able to handle whatever it is that is wrong with him.