My mother came into my bedroom and told me she had just spoken to my sister. Our dad had died at his home at some point during the day. I bawled like a baby. I thought, I've blown it! Its too late! I don't know where he is going to spend eternity! What if I never see him again because he's in Hell?
His funeral was December 23rd. I spoke and said that I planned to see him again one day, but inside I just didn't know if that was the truth. Fast forward a week before Father's Day 9 years later. My mother, grandmother, and another lady formed a Gospel trio and sang at different churches. I went with them one Sunday to a church in Marshall, North Carolina. My mother introduced me to the pastor who had a mohawk and was covered in tattoos. My mom said he knew my dad. He then gave me some of the best news I had ever gotten.
The pastor had given an invitation at one service. He asked everyone to close their eyes and bow their heads. He then asked people to raise their hands if they weren't saved. My dad raised his hand. He went over to my dad and asked him if he would like to be saved. My dad nodded his head yes. He then asked my dad if he would accept Jesus Christ as is personal savior. Again, my dad nodded yes.The pastor said he knew my dad was saved. I'll get to see him again one day!