Note: This article and others that appeared recently here first were published in The Pentecostal Evangel, and will be part of a book soon to be released.
By
Ada Nicholson Brownell
The orange rubber raft loaded with three men and a small
boy churned with the foaming rapids. Suddenly the convulsing waves flipped the
occupants into the turbulent water.
Don choked as the currents sucked him under.
He panicked as he thought of his little boy, Gerald, but reasoned the boy would
be OK because he had a lifejacket on.
Desperately the young father tried to swim, but the current
was too powerful. His nostrils cried for air as his lungs pressured him for
oxygen.
The waves tossed Don high enough to gulp a little air, then
sucked him below again. His body slammed
against the boulders. It seemed he couldn’t hold his breath a moment longer.
The young man was exhausted; his lungs ready to explode. He
was about to give up his frantic fight with the river when his face rose able
the surface again—this time long enough to see Gerald clinging desperately to a
large rock, his life jacket barely hanging from one shoulder.
“Dad! Help!” Gerald screamed.
Don was sucked Don under again, but new strength flowed
through his body. He had to get to Gerald.
Fighting the current with every muscle, he mentally cried
for God’s help.
Suddenly he shot out of the swirling rapids and swam to his
boy. He laid his son on the river bank, then collapsed at his side.
Fortunately a person on the shore had seen the raft
overturn, and the other men were in the process of being rescued. Soon someone
gave Don artificial respiration.
When an ambulance loaded up Don and Gerald, Don thanked God
for life—and that he still had his son. He was glad he didn’t give up.
The salvation of many a boy can be credited to his father
who didn’t give up. Not just his physical salvation, but spiritual also.
I remember a man whose son went through a period of
rebellion that was about to destroy the boy’s relationship with God, as well as
his relationship with his parents. But his father wouldn’t give up, even though
it seemed the boy did everything to discourage him.
The father stood firm through it all—and at the same time
showed his love. But most of all, he prayed.
Every evening after work, instead of relaxing while dinner
was prepared, he went to the basement to pray. He wasn’t ashamed when he got so
involved with talking to the Lord that everybody in the house heard him.
When he sat down to dinner, he didn’t care if his eyes were
red from the tears he’s shed. All that mattered was his boy’s salvation.
In time the son’s rebellion changed to submission. Today he
is a minister of the gospel.
Many boys are crying, “Dad! Help!” Maybe not in those
words. To listen to their talk one might get the opposite impression. It may
seem the last thing they want is help from their father. But the cry is there,
though they won’t admit it.
Dad, your son needs you. Don’t give up. He’s fighting
currents too strong for him. Perhaps his life vest is only hanging by a string.
He could be in danger of “drowning” in the waves of sin.
You may feel you’ve struggled to the point of submission.
You may think it’s hopeless, but hold on in faith. Keep praying. Keep loving.
There’s strength and salvation to be found through Christ in every situation.
Believe with the Apostle Paul, “I can do all things through
Christ which strengthened me” (Philippians 4:13).
--THE PENTECOSTAL EVANGEL, August 24, 1975
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