Archive for February 11th, 2010

Cameron sat down hard on the bed, his head buried in his hands. Nothing was going as he had planned. First the loss of his job, and in these hard economic times, he desperately needed one. He had gone through interview after interview, all of them saying they would call if he was accepted. It had been six months, and not one follow up call. The bank was threatening foreclosure their home, and the bills kept piling up.  But then the unthinkable happened.

Just days ago his wife, Hannah, was hit by couple of irresponsible teenagers, nearly taking her life, and placing her in a coma. The bags under his eyes showed his lack of sleep the last three nights, as he had never left her side. It was only when the doctor urged him to go and take care of business at home for at least a couple of hours, and he had only finally done so with the complete assurance that they would call immediately him if Hannah’s condition changed.

Getting up from the bed a Bible on the bed stand caught Cameron’s eye. A thin layer of dust covered it, showing its lack of use over the past couple of months. But what did he care? As far as he was concerned, God was non-existent, or even if he was there, didn’t care about his problems. Where was the great love the Bible talked about God showing? He sure didn’t see it anywhere. In a sudden outburst of anger he picked up the Bible and threw it against the wall, and satisfied he left the bedroom to deal with the mountain of mail.

But going through the mail didn’t help any either. It seemed the only thing there were different credit card companies notifying him that he had late fees, and the bank still threatening the foreclosure. Running his hand through his hair he sighed, unless he found a job soon they would most definitely have to declare bankruptcy. “God,” he spoke aloud, “if you are there, I-I need your love, I need you to show me a miracle.” He waited, ridiculously expecting God to do something that instance. One minute, five minutes, ten minutes, and still nothing. “And you call yourself loving!” He nearly shouted, his first coming down on the table hard. For no particular reason, the alarm in his bed room suddenly went off, turning the radio on. Sighing again he went to shut it off, he was already going insane as it was, he didn’t need music blaring in his ears. Reaching for the off button Cameron stopped, listening. It was on that Christian radio station, one that he or his wife hadn’t listened to for at least a month, why would it be on now? He lifted his hand from the clock and listened to the song playing.

“My love flows over, it runs underneath,
It’s inside you, it’s in-between.
The times you are faithful, the times that you sin,
I am with you, I have always been.
The times of anguish, the times of pain,
Fear not my child, just call on my name.
Run to your father, in the times you are weak,
My nail scarred hands are welcoming,
My love flows over, it runs underneath,
It’s inside you, it’s in-between.
The times your burden seems to hard to bear,
Come to the place where you can cast all your cares.
The times you hate me and are living in sin,
Just repent, and I will forgive.
When the world’s pressures are weighing on you
My child take courage, I conquered them too.
The times you’re thirsty and there’s a gap in your soul,
I’m the living water, I’ll fill your hole.
Where you’re heart is, that’s where you’ll be,
The world can’t compare so abide in me.
My love is never ceases, it shines through the cross,
Oh my children I want you, and I paid the cost.
My love flows over, it runs underneath,
It’s inside you, it’s in-between.
My love is vast, immeasurable
Boundless and endless, it’s breath to your soul
Call upon me, I will answer your prayers,
I’ll lift you up from the pit of despair.
Because My love flows over, it runs underneath,
It’s inside you, it’s in-between.
My love with continue as it began,
I will love you until the end,
Until the end…”

As the DJ came back on Cameron hit the off button, slightly stunned. Was that the miracle he had just asked for? He had wanted to see God’s love; could that have been a sign? No, he finally decided, walking out of the room. After all, it was only a song; he hadn’t seen God’s love actually displayed. Yes. Just a mere coincidence. Still thinking those thoughts he was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. Both eager and hesitant to answer he reached for it, hoping it wasn’t some credit card company.
“Hello?” He said.
“Mr. Johnson? This is Bayville Heights hospital, you might want to come in, your wife has come out of her coma.”
“Sh–she h-has?” He asked his voice cracking.
“Yes sir, and she asked for you.”

Cameron’s eyes started to fill with tears, and he sank down to the floor still holding the telephone, crying tears of joy.
“Sir?” The aid asked, not sure exactly what was going on.
“I’l—I’ll be right over.” Cameron told her, wiping the tears from his eyes, desperately trying not to cry. Hanging up the tears continued to roll down his cheeks, great happiness flooding him.
“God… oh God…” He said through his tears. “I’m sorry!” Sorrow wrenched his heart, pained from all times he had turned his back on his creator. Time seemed to have stopped, as he sat there, crying, repenting, running back to his father.
Getting up off the floor he dashed to his room he grabbing the Bible off the floor, intent on reading it as soon as possible; but first he had to see his wife. Bolting out the house, keys in hand, he jumped in the car, started it and peeled out of the driveway. It felt like the longest drive to the hospital he had ever taken, the speed limit seemed so slow. Finally pulling into the hospital parking lot he rushed in, brushing past people to sign in, so he could be taken to the ICU. As he followed the nurse his heart was beating rapidly, anxious to not only see her, but to share the news of what had just happened.

Reaching her room he stood in the doorway for just a minute, watching Hannah breath in and out with the help of oxygen. She looked up and saw him, a thin but joyous smile spreading across her face. His eyes filling with tears again he walked over to her bedside, placing his hand on hers, the tears now streaming down his face.
“Hannah,” he managed, choking on the tears. He desperately wanted to hug her, but the tubes going into her body prevented that, and her broken ribs wouldn’t take it to kindly. “I–I, love you.” He told her, joy filling his voice, “I l-love you too.” She said back, her voice shaking a bit. “I have something I want to tell you, something that happened just today…” Cameron said, trailing off. “No.” Hannah replied, her voice still not quite steady. “I n-need to tell you something first.” Cameron’s head shook quickly, listening intently to his wife.
“While I was sleeping…I saw–I saw Jesus.” Tears forming in her eyes she continued. “He told me, to, to tell you that, that he loves you.”
As tears fell down her cheeks, Cameron stood there in disbelief, the tears that he had flowed before now gushed as he held his wife’s hand. It was true; the love of God would never end. Never.
“I–I–I know.” He finally managed. Oh God you are so wonderful! He shouted with his mind. God! Even if everything goes wrong, you still love me! But everything will be ok…
Back at the Johnson residence, the phone rang again and again, before switching over to the answering machine.
“Hello, you have reached the Johnson’s. Unfortunately we are unable to come to the phone at this time, but if you leave a detailed message with your name and number right after the beep, we will get back to you as soon as we are able. Thanks.” *BEEP*
“Hello Mr. Johnson, this is Steven Newman from Computer Regeneration.  I am calling about the job you recently applied and then were interviewed for.  The interview process has concluded and we have reached a hiring decision.  I would appreciate a return call so that I can discuss this decision with you.”

This is beautiful!

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: ‘How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?’ The surgeon said, ‘I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t make it.’

Sally said, ‘Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?’

The surgeon asked, ‘Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the university.’ Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. ‘Would you like a lock of his hair?’ the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.

The mother said, ‘It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else….. ‘I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ‘Mom, I won’t be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom..’ She went on, ‘My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could..’

Sally walked out of Children’s Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat beside her in the car.

She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when,Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

‘Dear Mom,

I know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just ’cause I’m not around to say ‘I Love You’. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day.. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won’t be so lonely, that’s okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like the same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.

Don’t be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God’s knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn’t allowed.

Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own perso nal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him ‘where was He when I needed him?’ ‘

God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I’ve written except you… To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn’t that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I’m sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. I’m glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore and God couldn’t stand to see me hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.