My Two Fathers

BY Donald Passmore

Born into the world helpless and defenseless, in need of a helping hand. Not yet knowing who we are or what we will be. In need of someone to take care of us.

Through my younger years, my father taught me right from wrong. Through my teenager years going my OWN way, I fell into the ways of the world. I was always into trouble for the things I had done but when punished and the things I loved would be taken from me, I would rebel against my 'earthly' father.

Through my younger adult life, I never knew how to love anyone but myself, but my Father still loved me no matter how far I fell away.

I realized that something was missing, but I still was not ready to let go of the world. Nothing, Still wasn't right.

There became a time whan I was bottoming out that I was losing everything I cared for. There was no joy, no peace or love. I had pushed everyone away in my life. It wasn't because they didn't love me but they knew it was in "Another's Hands." They had done all they could do, but still they prayed for me without fail. Crying out, "Father, do help him. It's out of our hands."

Through the next three or four years, the Lord began to deal with me. My life was miserable to a point of suicide, so bad I was ready to send myself to Hell. You see, I was NOT a Christian and still not ready to give up the world. My mind was in the realms of Satan.

But the Lord would speak to me and say, "I know what will fix this. I want to help you." But I wasn't ready I was bound in chains.

Then one day, I knew I was going to come home to an empty house. You see, I was under the crushing hand of the Lord. When I turned into the driveway my heart sank. As I went into the house, I knew where to look for the note. And as I read it I knew every word was the truth. My family was now gone.

On this weekend, I believe was my last chance that the Lord was giving me to receive him as my Savior. I had never felt the feeling that I was feeling. It was the quietest, I had ever heard the world. No phones ringing, No dogs barking, nothing but the sound of death.

I knew this time what HAD to be done. On my knees, I began talking to the Lord, crying heartbroken and praying then I accepted the Lord as my Personal Savior.

I made the Lord promise after promise that if he would give me my family back that I would get into church, keep my family in church and live for Him.

Now you see, I have two Fathers. There is a better way and life here on earth only thru the Father can we have a better life, an eternal life. Which I will get to spend with my two fathers and my family.

I know how and see where the Lord kept me safe. Later, a close friend had told me that his mother and friends had been praying for me to accept the Lord for over 20 years. I beg everyone to stand on the promises of God and never give up.

EVERYTHING IS IN HIS TIME.