My phone rang this morning, I recognized the number as my husbands. “Hi Hun”, I said. “Hey Babe, he responded. “Someone just stopped by my office to tell me that Jim died this weekend”. “Oh no!” I cried.
My husband had been teaching him a Bible study on his lunch hour at work for a few weeks. We prayed that God would save him. One day he told my husband, “I’m coming to church with you, and I’ll be back the Sunday after that”. We were so excited!!! We had dreams of all the great miracles God would perform in his life. We prayed towards that end. He showed up at our Church early, even before we did. When we saw him we were all smiles.
As we worshipped in this particular service, I glanced in his direction and was excited to see his hands raised in an effort to worship his creator. My praise intensified, I desired to help create an atmosphere in which God could fill him with the Holy Ghost.
I prayed, my husband laid hands on Jim and prayed. Bro. Nicholson (a wonderful visiting missionary) preached a powerful message. But Jim did not receive the Holy Ghost that night, he did not ask to be baptized. He walked away saying it was an interesting service, “but this is not for me”. My heart broke when my husband told me. How could he not feel the love of God reaching out to him. Deep in my heart I felt it had something to do with the fact that we looked different from each other. After service that night we went out to grab a bite to eat and talked and laughed with Jim.
He really loved my husband, since then he’s been by our home a couple times to drop something off or to express his desire for our sons to play together. But he never surrendered his life to the Lord Jesus.
“He was almost persuaded”, my husband said deeply saddened this morning. “He was almost persuaded”. Jim, we truly loved you and I wish we could have done more to encourage you. I learned a life changing lesson from this very sad situation; Race doesn’t matter to God, and it will never matter to me again either.