Thursday, October 11, 2007
A man from Norfolk, VA called a local radio station to share this on
Sept 11th, 2003 , TWO YEARS AFTER THE TRAGEDIES OF 9/11/2001. His
name was Robert Matthews.
These are his words:
A few weeks before Sept. 11th, my wife and I found out we were going
to have our first child. She planned a trip out to California to
visit her sister. On our way to the airport, we prayed that God would
grant my wife a safe trip and be with her. Shortly after I
said 'amen,' we both heard a loud pop and the car shook violently. We
had blown out a tire. I replaced the tire as quickly as I could, but
we still missed her Flight.
Both very upset, we drove home. I received a call from my father who
was retired NYFD. He asked what my wife's flight number was, but I
explained that we missed the flight. My father informed me that her
flight was the one that crashed into the southern tower. I was too
shocked to speak. My father also had more news for me; he was going
to help. 'This is not something I can't just sit by for; I have to do
something.' I was concerned for his safety, of course, but more
because he had never given his life to Christ. After a brief debate,
I knew his mind was made up.
Before he got off of the phone, he said, 'take good care of my
Grandchild. Those were the last words I ever heard my father say; he
died while helping in the rescue effort. My joy that my prayer of
safety for my wife had been answered quickly became anger. I was
angry at God, at my father, and at myself. I had gone for nearly two
years blaming God for taking my father away. My son would never know
his grandfather, my father had never accepted Christ, and I never got
to say goodbye.
Then something happened. About two months ago, I was sitting at home
with my wife and my son, when there was a knock on the door. I looked
at my wife, but I could tell she wasn't expecting anyone. I opened
the door to a Couple with a small child. The man looked at me and
asked if my father's name was Jake Matthews. I told him it was. He
quickly grabbed my hand and said, 'I never got the chance to meet
your father, but it is an honor to meet his son.'
He explained to me that his wife had worked in the World Trade Center
and had been caught inside after the attack. She was pregnant and had
been caught under debris. He then explained that my father had been
the one to find his wife and free her. My eyes welled up with tears
as I thought of my father giving his life for people like this. He
then said, 'there is something else you need to know.'
His wife then told me that as my father worked to free her, she
talked to him and led him to Christ. I began sobbing at the news.
Now I know that when I get to Heaven, my father will be standing
beside Jesus to welcome me, and that this family would be able to
thank him themselves.
When their baby boy was born, they named him Jacob Matthew, in honor
of the man who gave his life so that a mother and baby could live.
This story should help us to realize two things:
First - Though it has been five+ years since the attacks, we should
never let it become a mere tragic memory.
Second - but most important - God is always in control. We may not see
the reason behind things, and we may never know this side of heaven,
but God is ALWAYS in control.
Please take time to share this amazing story with those you love. You
may never know the impact it may have on someone. God doesn't call
the qualified, He qualifies the called. Give thanks to the Lord for
He is good. His love endures forever.
Psalm 136:1
Sept 11th, 2003 , TWO YEARS AFTER THE TRAGEDIES OF 9/11/2001. His
name was Robert Matthews.
These are his words:
A few weeks before Sept. 11th, my wife and I found out we were going
to have our first child. She planned a trip out to California to
visit her sister. On our way to the airport, we prayed that God would
grant my wife a safe trip and be with her. Shortly after I
said 'amen,' we both heard a loud pop and the car shook violently. We
had blown out a tire. I replaced the tire as quickly as I could, but
we still missed her Flight.
Both very upset, we drove home. I received a call from my father who
was retired NYFD. He asked what my wife's flight number was, but I
explained that we missed the flight. My father informed me that her
flight was the one that crashed into the southern tower. I was too
shocked to speak. My father also had more news for me; he was going
to help. 'This is not something I can't just sit by for; I have to do
something.' I was concerned for his safety, of course, but more
because he had never given his life to Christ. After a brief debate,
I knew his mind was made up.
Before he got off of the phone, he said, 'take good care of my
Grandchild. Those were the last words I ever heard my father say; he
died while helping in the rescue effort. My joy that my prayer of
safety for my wife had been answered quickly became anger. I was
angry at God, at my father, and at myself. I had gone for nearly two
years blaming God for taking my father away. My son would never know
his grandfather, my father had never accepted Christ, and I never got
to say goodbye.
Then something happened. About two months ago, I was sitting at home
with my wife and my son, when there was a knock on the door. I looked
at my wife, but I could tell she wasn't expecting anyone. I opened
the door to a Couple with a small child. The man looked at me and
asked if my father's name was Jake Matthews. I told him it was. He
quickly grabbed my hand and said, 'I never got the chance to meet
your father, but it is an honor to meet his son.'
He explained to me that his wife had worked in the World Trade Center
and had been caught inside after the attack. She was pregnant and had
been caught under debris. He then explained that my father had been
the one to find his wife and free her. My eyes welled up with tears
as I thought of my father giving his life for people like this. He
then said, 'there is something else you need to know.'
His wife then told me that as my father worked to free her, she
talked to him and led him to Christ. I began sobbing at the news.
Now I know that when I get to Heaven, my father will be standing
beside Jesus to welcome me, and that this family would be able to
thank him themselves.
When their baby boy was born, they named him Jacob Matthew, in honor
of the man who gave his life so that a mother and baby could live.
This story should help us to realize two things:
First - Though it has been five+ years since the attacks, we should
never let it become a mere tragic memory.
Second - but most important - God is always in control. We may not see
the reason behind things, and we may never know this side of heaven,
but God is ALWAYS in control.
Please take time to share this amazing story with those you love. You
may never know the impact it may have on someone. God doesn't call
the qualified, He qualifies the called. Give thanks to the Lord for
He is good. His love endures forever.
Psalm 136:1
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