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Topic: First Day of School (06/28/04)
TITLE: The Promise
By Mitch Gill
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At the age of seven, there is no pain greater than losing someone that your life revolves around. I can remember everyday she would wake me up with a smile, fix me breakfast and read stories from the Bible with such enthusiasm that to this day I can still see David slaying Goliath with a single small stone. It was not fair! I cried, I yelled and I prayed that God would bring my Mommy back but to no avail. It was at that tender age that I decided that God was not real and I began to hate my mother for lying to me.
My grandmother took up the responsibility for raising me. She was a Saint among Saints though she was a short two hundred and fifty pound Saint. She took up the mantle and read me stories from the Bible but I no longer believed and she knew it. She would always tell me, "God has a plan for you and though we don't know why he took your Mom to heavan so early, he has a plan". At the age of fifteen I told her to stop reading the Bible to me and to stop telling me that my Mom died for a reason. She refused, God bless her because one year later I met a man who changed my life.
His name was John and he was a guest speaker at the church. I, being bored, was busy looking around, fidgeting in my seat and trying to find a way to sneak out but Grandma would have none of that. She held my hand and stroked my hair and merely said that she loved me. Then John with long brown hair dressed in a long robe with a staff in his hand approached the front of the church. John was not just a speaker but an actor as well. He portrayed the final minutes of Chirst on the cross and something stirred inside of me. I fought it as hard as I could and thought that I had won until John took all of us Junior High kids for a private talk, one on one.
When my turn came I crossed my arms and sat down. Johns' chair was right in front of me and he sat down. I was afraid. Afraid of what? I had no idea but I blurted out that I did not believe in God. He asked why and I told him. He then asked me what was my mothers last words to me. Why would he ask that? With tears in my eyes and a renewed anger I told him. I will never forget his words as they are etched on my heart as if in granite, "My son, your mother is keeping her promise. You see, our true home is in heavan and she is waiting for you with open arms". I cried in Johns' arms and he soothed me, prayed for me and cried with me. It was at that moment that I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior because I had no doubt that God spoke through John to me. He had talked to the Pastor and he knew my mother died but he did not know my mothers last words to me.
To this day I do not know why my mother had to go so young but I know this; she did not break her promise and God loves me. I am now forty nine and I pray each day thanking God that someday I will go home and see my Mom just like she promised.