I I have many relatives who do not believe in the judgment of God. In fact, I am not sure that they believe in God at all. I know that there is a God, and He is a God of mercy and grace. But He is also a God of justice who cannot look on sin. When I turn on the TV every morning to hear the news headlines, I am convinced that God’s judgment cannot be far away. There is so much evil in this world that sometimes the sadness and reality of it overwhelms me. But, there is hope, even for the wicked.
God is a the God of all mercy and grace in that He sent His own Son as the sacrifice for our sins so that we don’t have to die in our sins and be separated from God forever. I do not want to go the way of the wicked and be condemned to spend eternity in hell, away from the God who created me. But that is the choice that some people make daily when they deny that God is the Lord and the Savior of our souls. I do remember a time when I was living my life for myself. I remember not having any thoughts about God or any consequences for my actions. Now, don’t get me wrong. I was basically a “good person.” I didn’t steal or kill or do anything so overtly bad that it would land me in a jail cell somewhere. Nevertheless, I was a sinner. I made selfish choices and thought only of my own happiness. Then, I met the Lord Jesus Christ and came face to face with the sacrifice that He made so that I could have eternal life. From that day (February 28, 1973) to this, I have striven to keep my eyes fixed on Jesus and have tried to please Him. I have failed, oh, so many times and disappointed the Lord. But each time, I have asked for His forgiveness and He has granted me the peace in my heart that tells me that I am forgiven and loved. I don’t like that God is going to judge the wicked because I want all to know the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. That is the loving Father’s desire, also. I don’t want any of my family members to be separated from God for all eternity. But like you, and like me, they have a choice. They can choose to accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior and serve him for the rest of their lives, or they can choose to ignore the sacrifice of the Lord and face the judgment of a righteous God who has called to them for years. One day the earth as we know it will no longer exist because the sin that came into the world by Adam will no longer be there; no more curse on the earth and on man. God says in His Word that He will create a new Heaven and a new earth, that He will wipe all of our tears away. I am waiting for that day with expectation but also with the fear that many loved ones will not come to know Him as they should. I am counting on God’s mercy and grace to do what is right for every being that He has created, sharing with family as they allow me to and praying that God will put others in their paths to share the good news of Jesus’s life and death for them. I hope that you, my reader, know Jesus as Lord and Savior. The freedom that comes from knowing that you don’t need to fear death and that you have a friend who is a prayer away is unbelievable! Come to the altar of the Almighty and confess that you are a sinner who needs a Savior and feel the arms of God embrace you and welcome you home, safe in His arms here on earth and for all eternity.


My father passed away in July, 2017. I wrote in an earlier post that he bought and sold drugs, but that was not the father that I knew for most of my life. As I was growing up, he was the man who held and comforted me when my mother was cruel. She used to tell me a lot how ugly I was and that she never wanted me. Being the second child of five, I never understood why mama seemed to hate me so much and love my siblings. Nevertheless, daddy would know when I had a bad day and would smile at me in his special loving way or he would bring me a candy bar. He always told me the story of how when I was an infant, he would sit up with me all night, holding me on his shoulder since I was having trouble breathing. Since I was born with asthma, that story is believable although I can’t confirm it myself. Anyway, daddy was my champion, the one who understood and begged me to come home to get married even when mama didn’t want me to marry my husband. She thought he wasn’t “good enough” for me since he didn’t have a college degree. Daddy just accepted that Harry loved me and welcomed him to the family. When I was in my early twenties, my family left Virginia and moved to Florida and did not have any contact with me for several years. I really missed all of them, but especially my daddy. When we finally got together again, daddy had changed. He was addicted to various painkillers and was also selling drugs. He was unhappy with his life in Florida and was never really honest with me after that. I couldn’t trust him because of his addiction, so I remember sending him gift cards to MacDonald’s or clothing that he said he needed. I couldn’t send money because I didn’t know how it would be used. By that time, my mother had passed away (when I was 31, and we had mended our relationship by then, but that is another story). Daddy and I continued to exchange letters and talk on the phone. Four years ago, we traveled to Florida to visit my two siblings who live there and to see daddy. We took him out to eat and to a museum. He was distracted and on his phone a lot. (That’s what people who deal drugs do, apparently.). So, it was a visit, but not a great one. It was kind of like me just checking on daddy. For the next four years, I called weekly or he called me, always on a Sunday. He was getting forgetful and more frail and coughing a lot. He had been in and out of the VA Hospital and I encouraged my brother to restore his relationship with daddy; he hadn’t seen or spoken to him for about twenty years. James did that and daddy continued to get more and more ill. Both of my brothers were with him in the hospital the week before he died. I had gone to Pennsylvania for a retirement party for me and then I was going to visit my daughter; after that, I was going to turn around and head to Florida to see my father. We did Skype with my brothers at my retirement party and again from the hospital. I was told that daddy was dying and I wanted to head to Florida right away, but my brothers and my children were telling me that the trip and seeing daddy in his failing condition would be too much for me. (I had a stroke in 2015.). So, I continued with my plan to visit with my daughter and her family. One week later, I got the call from my brother that I dreaded…daddy had passed away. I had told him goodbye by FaceTime after they had moved him into hospice. James was with him when he died. I was inconsolable; my champion, my hero had passed away. No, he did not live a perfect life, but the daddy I knew is the one pictured above, loving and playing with my son Steven as an infant. I miss my father and I always will. I am thankful that James was with him and could report that daddy knew the Lord as His Savior and died peacefully. I love you, daddy. Happy Father’s Day.

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This is my quote for today because it reminds me of God’s commandment to love. We never know what others are going through, so just be kind, always.