Son

Son, when was the first time you feared God?

Mom, I was at work, it was raining, terrible lightning and the lawn needed mowing in front of the store. No one else would go outside and of course I made fun of them and called them names.

I'll be a man, I'll do it. As I was mowing a bolt of lightning struck right in front of the mower. I looked right up to heaven and said, "Is that all you got?" The next bolt, mightier than the first struck right beside my left leg. The earth trembled and the heat made me jump! That was God and I knew it.

Mom, it didn't scare me enough though, I kept cheating on my wife, she kept forgiving me, we almost divorced, was on probation for abusing her, I killed my own son. Got into trouble with drugs, broke probation. My wife left and I followed her out of state running from prison.

Jesus gave me another son. He gave me pretty good jobs to care for my family. My wife and I reconciled, she trusted me. I knew the Bible through and through, lived the life, went to church, helped everyone. Not boasting, Jesus did it.

My son just turned 2 before December 2007 and all of us had colds and my wife and kids were all on medicine. I just couldn't kick this cold. I finally went to the doctors and they gave me medicine. It didn't work, I couln't breathe and ended up going to emergency.

A couple of days later they called with results of the chest x-ray for pneumonia. Not pneumonia. Cancer on my diaphram, a tumor, very rare, the type people get in their seventies.They gave me at the most six months. What I have could not be removed and was fast growing. The option to try of course-chemo-.

Mom, I'm no good, I'm just no good. Son, you know there's nothing good in me except Jesus. I believe with all my heart son, God will heal you.

The therapy went on until the first part of April of 2008 and my Son said he was tired and no more treatments.

I recieved a call two weeks later, from his wife and my Son confessed he had been cheating on her all along. We had thought this part of his life was over..

This was a horrific blow to a Christian family watching a man of God, husband and son die. It all fit when he kept saying he was no good.

He made his last standing confession in front of the Church. He honored God, his wife, his children and his church.

William Jeffery Beckwith--My six-foot-seven son ran into the arms of Jesus, May 1, 2008. He lived four and a half months from the time of diagnois. He was 31 years old, but now he is completely healed and lives forever with the King!

You never know.

I Love You Jesus,
Mercy