September 14, 2017 I don’t usually start by putting the date, now I’ll tell you why.
At three o’clock in the morning on September 14 a long time ago, there was a massive car wreck on a mountain highway in West Virginia. A young evangelist, along with his wife and nine-month old baby were traveling to Ohio for a revival and as young people will do they overestimated their ability to drive all night without sleep. The car in which they were driving ended up squarely hitting the abutment of a bridge high over a mountain ravine. The baby who was bedded down in the foot of the backseat (obviously before the days of car seats and seatbelts) was thrown by the impact through the front window and onto the hood of the shiny apple-red Pontiac. When the young preacher gained consciousness he was able to push against the door and stand out in the drizzling rain, seeing his baby on the hood of the car he picked her up and patted her back to try and comfort her and realized that her clothes were soaked in blood. Looking inside the car he saw his young wife under the dash, her face a mangled mess. The next day it was reported in the Loganville paper that three people had been killed in a car wreck on the mountain highway early in the morning September 14.
Fast forward the years to a September 14, and see a young couple rejoicing over the birth of a beautiful baby boy, black hair, brown eyes and the soul of a saint. At the age of eight he watched a family on a local television channel and decided that when he was old enough to drive he was going to go to that families church, the Gospel Harvester Chapel on Defoor Avenue, Atlanta, Georgia. By the time he was driving, that family had moved the church to 1521 Hurt Road, Marietta, just a few short miles from where he lived! He started going to that church, joined the choir, the drama department, was involved in all the activities and fell in love with the granddaughter of the Senior Bishop and married her a few years later.
On September 14, two weeks after the young man had married the granddaughter, her ten year-old brother’s appendix which had burst two days before gangrened and he was in the hospital dying, it took ten days in the St. Frances Hospital before he was able to go home, God saved his life that day.
Today on this September 14 the baby thrown through the windshield is helping to celebrate the birthday of the little boy who grew up and married my daughter and the ten year-old, my son, grew to be a valuable Doctor of Chiropractic and fabulous musician helping to lead worship at the church at 1521 Hurt Road, Marietta, now called the East West Church.
At the time of this writing there is something else transpiring that I am not free to tell right now, maybe I’ll tell you next September 14, 2018.