Saturday, April 20, 2013

MY FAMILY'S SALVATION


            I wrote an article entitled “I believe my family will be saved” out of a desire to see my parents and siblings follow Jesus. (Pentecostal Evangel, May 8, 1983) Raised in a home that did not attend church, I made a decision for Christ at sixteen. In the Air Force during the Vietnam War came a call into fulltime ministry. I attended college close to where I grew up. The family was seeing my personal transformation yet showed no interest in placing faith in God.
            While waiting their decision for salvation, I learned you cannot personally save them, be authentic about Jesus at all times, someone else may lead them to God, and never give up praying for them. I longed for each family member to experience the joy, peace and love associated with knowing the Lord.
            In January, 1986 the phone rang early one morning. A nurse explained my father had an acute heart attack in the middle of the night while traveling home from visiting my sister in San Diego. One of my heroes died leaving us with no assurance of his eternal destiny. My wife and I returned to Seattle to officiate his funeral.
            In November, 1993, the day before Thanksgiving, my sister-in-law explained my brother was being rushed to the hospital in a coma. People in their forties are too young to die. My brother, my roommate for the first sixteen years of my life, died leaving us with no assurance of his eternal destiny. He requested no memorial service.
            In December, 1998 the phone rang at my office late one afternoon. My mother had an acute heart attack at her home while reading in a favorite chair. A great mom died leaving us with no assurance of her eternal destiny. We flew back to Seattle to officiate her memorial service.
            In October, 2008, my brother-in-law informed me my sister past away after a prolonged battle with cancer. A wonderful, caring and kind woman left this life leaving us with no assurance of her eternal destiny. My wife and I flew to her home to officiate her memorial service.
            As the last surviving member of the family, would I be the only one in heaven? My father, mother, sister and brother may have made a last minute decision but there was no assurance. Regularly attending church was not practiced and lifestyles gave little evidence of behavior influenced by the Holy Spirit.
            I hope for the best but live with the worst.
            Prayers for the family have regularly continued through the years, including brother-in-law, sister-in-laws, nephews, nieces, and cousins. I am thankful my own children made a decision to follow Jesus. Seeing them and their families finding purpose and fulfillment actively involved in the cause of Christ is exciting. They love God and we have assurance of spending eternity together.
            My brother raised two biological and two adopted children. I knew very little about them before he died and even less afterwards. I heard his biological children had joined the military but knew nothing about the adopted children. I regularly prayed for each one by name and asked for someone to reveal Jesus to them. I hoped their heart would be receptive to the Holy Spirit and each would make a personal decision for Christ.
            My wife and I made plans to attend a national convention in Denver. When I told my sister, she mentioned receiving a Christmas card with a Denver postmark coming from our brother’s daughter Mercedes. She wrote of being married and having a little girl. I had not seen or heard from her in approximately seventeen years. We made contact and decided to meet.
            She and her family joined us at a restaurant. She looked and acted like a family member but behaved differently. She encouraged prayer over the meal, something my family would not have considered. She made mention of church. Could my niece be a follower of Jesus? She was interested in stories about her father and learning more about his childhood and teenage years. At the end of dinner she asked us to come to her house before leaving town. In her home it became apparent she had faith in God.
            Mercedes told her story. She always believed in God but did not understand what it meant to follow Jesus. She had been a Marine, serving as an Embassy guard. After discharge she attended college, having definite career plans. She was independent, carefree and liked to party. She wanted a highly successful career and lots of money, regularly working two or three jobs. The future looked promising but she confessed having no peace of mind.
            She met someone, fell in love and made plans to marry. A Christian home became important to her and they started visiting churches. A guest evangelist spoke in a church they were attending and she came forward to receive Christ. She was 28 years old and has followed Jesus ever since. Many things changed in her life. Her behavior became Biblically based. She now has peace and goals have changed from wanting lots of money to helping people experience eternal life. Besides being an active church member, she helped the homeless through the Denver Rescue Mission, preparing sack lunches for people on the streets. She also assisted making breakfast at her church for the down-and-out.
            I am no longer the only member of the extended family following Jesus. Previously I wrote, “While I agonize over their fate, I also have a deep-seated peace because God does all things well. I have committed them to God with a clear conscience, and continually pray on their behalf. By His grace, someday I will see my family join me in His kingdom.” The Lord answers prayer, sometimes in unexpected ways!
            Never let time or circumstances discourage you. God is working, whether or not you witness what is happening. Something powerful takes place every time you pray.