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Carla's Blog
Tuesday, 27 April 2004
My Grandpa
I've been saying for years that "someday I'll share my grandpa's testimony"... so finally, here it is.

In 1991, grandpa fell seriously ill. No one suspected there was anything wrong with him, until grandma found him one morning, sitting in his chair, unable to breathe, skin turning blue before her eyes. He was rushed to ER, and immediately placed in ICU. After a series of tests, it turned out grandpa had asbestosis, and the prognosis was not good. They had a very hard time stabilizing his oxygen level, and for a few days, it was very touch and go.

He seemed to stabilize for a few hours, then suddenly his condition would rapidly deteriorate, and they'd struggle to stabilize him again. This happened over and over again. Finally, the last time it happened, they were not able to stabilize him. They tried and tried, for hours, without success.

The head nurse at the hospital called a couple of family members, to tell them, if they wanted to see him, NOW was the time to come, as he would likely not make it, to the end of the day. He was intubated, and was unable to speak. By the time word got around to the rest of the family, and we all began to arrive at the hospital, his doctor had shortened his prognosis even more, down to "minutes", instead of hours.

My brother Gary arrived, and his first question was "has anyone prayed with Grandpa?". He didn't even wait for an answer, and asked the nurse if he could go in. He went in, sat down next to grandpa, and began asking him some questions. (There are 2 versions of this testimony; the second one is after this one) He asked grandpa if he could hear and understand him, and if he could, to raise his finger. Grandpa raised his finger for each question. He began to ask him such things as "do you realize they say you're dying?" (grandpa indicated YES), "do you believe after this life, there is another life?" (grandpa indicated YES) and "do you understand Heaven and Hell are real places?" (grandpa indicated YES). My brother then shared the gospel of Jesus with grandpa, and asked him "do you believe on the Lord Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?" My brother said, he looked in grandpa's face, and saw the tears in his eyes, and my grandpa lifted his finger, and indicated YES. Gary then prayed with grandpa, a prayer of repentance.

At this same time, something began beeping and making odd noises at the nurse's station, and the nurse got up to enter grandpa's room. None of the family members knew anything, except that Gary went in to pray with grandpa. We honestly thought it was over, and grandpa was gone, and we were bracing ourselves for the nurse to come out with the worst news. She did come out, REAL quick, with the most perplexed look on her face I've ever seen. A few seconds later, Gary came out of grandpa's room, with tears on his face, and a smile. All he said was "grandpa is ready to see Jesus". We all began to cry, or cried harder. The nurse approached my grandma and told her something odd was happening, but I don't know if grandma even heard what she was saying. Many of us overheard her, however.

She could not explain it, but all of my grandpa's vital signs, were stabilizing. They were not supposed to. He had only minutes to live. They began to remove some of the life support apparatus from him, because as he stabilized, they had to take some of these things out. The nurse could not explain it, the doctor who rushed in, could not explain it, but I remember one of them saying "the only thing that makes sense, is a miracle". Over the next few days, and weeks, grandpa was well enough to come home. He was on oxygen, 24 hours a day, but he was doing remarkably well, for an 82 year old man with "minutes to live".

When my brother shared what happened in grandpa's room that day, this was the only testimony any of us knew. Grandpa had his own testimony, which he shared with grandma, but he asked her not to tell anyone, until after he died. He thought people might think he'd went crazy.

Grandpa's version was very similar to Gary's except for one small detail. He remembered Gary walking into his room, he remembered the entire conversation, the prayer, and feeling at peace with God, but he also remembered wondering who the man was with Gary. He said when Gary first walked into the room, he noticed another man behind him, but really didn't pay much attention to him. During their conversation, from time to time grandpa would try to get a look at the other man, because he thought he recognized him somehow. He said the man wore a long white robe, had a very peaceful face, and comforting eyes. At first he thought he might have been someone from Gary's church, but there was something about him that intrigued grandpa, not the least of which was the long white robe. Men just don't walk around in long white robes. Grandpa said the robed man stood the whole time, just behind my brother. After my grandpa prayed, he looked at the man, and the man nodded his head in affirmation, and smiled. When Gary left, the man in the robe left behind him.

Grandpa had intended to ask Gary who that man was, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized, Gary didn't know anyone was with him that day. My grandpa didn't want anyone to know this, because he was afraid folks in the family might think less of his conversion experience.

18 months later, Grandpa went to bed one night, and woke up in Heaven. Those 18 months after he came home from the hospital, he spent fairly bedridden, on oxygen. I was still living in the world at the time, and on Halloween that year, I did what I always did, dressed up along with the kids, and took them over to grandma and grandpa's house, to trick or treat on their street. I had on a tall, pointy black hat, and came in the living room and said "trick or treat!". Grandpa smiled, and said "hey, someone get that witch outta my house!". The kids all went over and showed off their costumes to him, and he smiled and talked with them all for a few minutes. That was the last time I saw him. That was October 31st, grandpa went home to Jesus, 6 days later. He was 83 years old. He was the literal interpretation of the 11th hour laborer. (Matthew 20)

About a month later, grandma shared with me, grandpa's version of what happened that day in the ICU, when Gary came to pray with him.

All of these details did not escape me, even though I was living my own life as an unbeliever. I began to search the Bible for an answer to the robed man in my grandpa's room, and found this passage: Hebrews 1: 13 But to which of the angels said he at any time, Sit on my right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool?14 Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?

And this one: Hebrews 13: 2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.

I cannot say for certain, that this was indeed an angel, but those two verses stood out in my mind as boldly as anything.

My own conversion to Christ happened just 17 months later.


My grandpa was Harry Eugene McKinsey, beloved husband of Zora, father of 4, grandfather of 13, great grandfather of 17 (at the time). He was US Army, and had been a machinist in the naval shipyard for 25 years, before retiring.

Posted by Carla at 1:50 PM EDT
Updated: Tuesday, 27 April 2004 2:04 PM EDT
Sunday, 4 April 2004
Prayers for Mom & JD
Topic: Prayer
I just got off the phone with my mom. The news is not good.

My step-dad Jasper, was diagnosed with bladder cancer a few months ago, and they thought they had caught it in time for chemo to take care of it. As of last Wednesday, they have learned that the cancer is growing, in spite of the chemo.

The doctor gave Jasper the options, to continue with treatment (which is making him VERY sick, he's 77 years old), or stop it now. The doctor said at the rate it's currently growing, he wouldn't even begin to feel the pain from it, for approximately 3-6 months from now. He has not yet given him a life expectancy time frame.

Jasper has decided to stop the treatment, live his life the best he can, and go on the pain control program, when that begins.

My mom (Estella) is (so far) handling this pretty well, saying to me on the phone this morning, that God is in charge of all of this anyway. Over the last few years, my mom has lost her dad (my gpa), to asbestosis, one son in law to a motorcycle accident(my step sister's husband), one to skin cancer (my first husband), and another to a sudden heart attack (my sister's first husband) and now she prepares her heart and head, for another loss. She seems to be taking comfort in the fact that He is in fact in control of these things.

To the best of my knowledge, my step-dad does not know the Lord Jesus Christ as his Saviour. I sincerely covet your prayers, that if it be the Lord's will, that He would reveal Himself to Jasper, and comfort both of them during this time of "waiting". I know this also might sound very selfish, but I also hope that the Lord will allow Jasper to remain with us AT LEAST until September. We're planning our vacation for then, and plan to go see them and stay with them for a week prior to our retreat in Tennessee. Jasper has never met our youngest daughter Ruth, and it's been 3 years since the kids have seen them.

Thank you for remembering my family in prayer, I'll update this request as it's warranted.
in His love,
Carla

Posted by Carla at 1:21 PM EST
Monday, 8 March 2004
First Bloggy Entry
Mood:  sharp
Well lookie here, another stupid blog.

Okay, so what's a blog? Well, it's short for web log, sort of like a journal, or diary.

So what makes this different from web discussion forums? A few things...

1. I can share my opinions and thoughts on things, without someone getting their bloomers in a snit, and firing away at the reply button.
2. I can pretend I'm the editor of my own newspaper, and you can't say a thing about it. :-}
3. Blogs are cool!

Beyond that, I dont really know, or care much, what makes them different. I dont even know yet, what I'll be using this for. Family updates, ranting about stupid things in the news, probably stuff like that.

So welcome to my blog... check back if you want, dont, if you dont.

:-)

Posted by Carla at 6:42 PM EST
Updated: Monday, 8 March 2004 10:24 PM EST

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