God is Faithful

Recently Colene set us to the task of cleaning out our attic. That’s twelve years of accumulation of STUFF from this house and STUFF carried over from 13 years in Ahwatukee. The next hour I spent crouched in the attic handing down countless boxes. Thirty one of the boxes were costumes from our KONOS Homeschool days. This represented 60% of the STUFF in the attic. However during this process I discovered a long lost box of Lewis relative family photos. These pictures go back over 80 years, included a number of pictures of my mother and myself as a young child. Wow what a find. I could hardly wait to pour over the photos and documents.

An hour into the photos and papers I came across one well worn 5 x 9 manila envelop. It turned out that this envelope was populated by my mother. It contained a number of items important to her. There were two letters: one from Aunt Stella, and one written by me a few years after my salvation in 1972. There was a 5th grade award for mom’s perfect attendance that year, and a junior high promotion certificate.

In addition, there was her marriage certificate, a romantic telegram from my father, newspaper clippings of my teen golf and bowling exploits, a curl cut from my head at the age of three and my discharge paper from the hospital after my birth. The name on the discharge paper was Boy Lewis. Mom told me stories that my dad wanted to initially name me Breck after the shampoo dad sold. This would have been a tough name to carry especially after Rush Limbaugh’s relentless parody of John Edwards as the “Breck Girl.”

But of all the items in the envelope, Aunt Stella’s letter would prove to be a god sent shedding light on a nagging fear about my mother.

Aunt Stella and her husband Raleigh were saved in the 30’s under the ministry of Amy Semple McPherson. Aunt Stella had the heart of an evangelist. Anyone who spent more than a minute with her would be warmly and tactfully introduced to the Savior.

Over the years after becoming a Christian I constantly shared with my family. I was deeply burdened for all of them. It wasn’t unusual for me to spend hours in fervent tearful prayers on their behalf. I led Grandma Lewis and my dad to the Lord. However, even though I was close to my mother she would prove to be the hardest to win.

I constantly witnessed to her, I took her to church, Gospel Echoes. I took her to Kathryn Kuhlman crusades. Mom was even miraculously healed of cancer while awaiting surgery. The hospital staff apologized to her when her pre surgery x-rays did not show the malignancy that had appeared just days before. After that point when I talked with her about the love of Jesus she would weep.

My mother’s would not be so fortunate with her next hospital stay several years later. While in the hospital with a liver condition she slipped and hit her head and lost consciousness. In her catatonic state I talked, shared and prayed with her. After several heroic surgeries by the best surgeons at St Joseph’s Hospital mom passed on. Adding to the grief of losing mom was the nagging doubt about her eternal state, a doubt that has plagued me these 24 years since her passing.

I don’t know why I began reading Stella’s letter to mom the other night. However while reading I came across this portion of text on page 2 that read “I was so happy that you accepted the Lord that morning when I was talking to you on the phone.” That night the day dawned on 24 years of questioning. Think about it, the answer was always close at hand, in the attic, right above the garage where I daily parked my car.

God is faithful. Doesn’t His Word say; it is a lamb for a household (Exodus 12:3) and Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved, you and your household. (Acts 16:31)