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In fact, I remember as a young boy, hearing a neighbor ask if he would see Dad in church on the following Sunday.
“Well, you just might see me,” Dad replied, “if the church’s windows are clean, and if you happen to look out when I drive by.”
So, with this in mind, you can understand the shock I felt in 1995 when the Holy Spirit spoke these words to my heart: “Your dad should have been the one who trained you and helped you into your calling, but he did not make it into his own calling.”
After hearing the words, I sat in my pickup truck without moving for minutes; I was stunned. To be honest, I did not know if Dad even knew the Lord. And as far as Dad having a calling on his life, that seemed impossible for me to believe.
So, I stored this experience on an empty shelf in my heart.
Two years later, Honey and I went back to my hometown to visit Dad while he was in a hospital. He had suffered a major relapse from a heart valve operation. Because of divine timing, Honey and I were able to spend some time alone with Dad. Honey prayed for him and I asked him questions about his personal salvation.
“Don’t worry about my salvation,” Dad answered, “that’s all taken care of.”
And the Holy Spirit impressed me that Dad was indeed saved. A point which I had not known before that day.
Then, for some reason, I left the hospital for a half hour or so. In that time period, Dad related his testimony to Honey.
It seems that Mom was very sick when I was a youngster. She was in a hospital and her doctor told Dad that it was iffy whether or not Mom would survive her sickness.
At that time, Dad was a twenty-eight year old farmer who loved his wife and had two children under six years of age. He was distraught and did not know what to do. So, while staying at my grandmother’s house, he bowed his knees in the middle of the night and cried out to the Lord.
The Lord saved him and Dad became a child of God. But even with this, Mom’s life continued to hang in the balance over the next few days.
Finally, Dad threw himself on his knees once again in the middle of the night and cried out to the Lord for His help.
Then, Jesus walked through a wall into Dad’s bedroom and came to Dad and said, “Your wife will live and she will raise her children and see them grow up. But to help you over the next few days, I will come to you and comfort you each time the doctor tells you that your wife may not live. In this way, you will know she will survive.”
Jesus left the same way He entered the room: back through the wall.
Dad said that each time the doctor told him that Mom might not live, he felt peace in his heart. He knew Mom would live.
And Mom did survive the sickness. She is now eighty-six years old.
Five weeks ago, I went back to the Midwest to help my parents for what I thought would be a time of recuperation for Dad. But Dad’s condition worsened and I took him to an emergency room on a Sunday morning.
As I drove him to the hospital entrance, I had a quick vision. In it, I saw myself sitting in the truck fifteen years earlier after the Holy Spirit had spoken to my heart about Dad’s calling. But this time, the Lord spoke to my heart and said, “I’m taking your dad home.”
Dad died on May 2, 2010. He was twenty-three days short of being eighty-nine years old.
Now, I’ve included my Dad’s testimony to underscore an important point: the Church desperately needs the ministry of the apostles. Many callings need to be fathered and brought into fruition.
(Continued in Part 3)