BROTHER DON "Therefore, if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature" II Corinthians 5:17a, KJV The night air was cool on Don's skin as he left the coffee shop. Climbing back into his big rig, he glanced at his watch and scowled. He'd wasted more time than he had planned at the truck stop. Still, there were four hours left till dawn, and Don did some of his best driving at night. He reached into his overnight bag and pulled out a bottle of uppers. He tossed a few in his mouth, washing them down with a swig of coffee. Soon the truck was barreling along the interstate. Traffic wasn't heavy, and Don blew by what little there was. He was restless, irritable, eager to get back home. Thundering down the highway, he came up on a little Ford pickup doing only 45mph. "Git out the road, idiots!" Don drove up almost to the truck's bumper and blasted his air horn. Swerving skillfully, he piloted the semi within inches of the Ford as he passed it. Don laughed, and continued racing down the road. "I taught my kid brothers to drink, drug, and drive tractor trailers," Don was fond of saying, "and then one of 'em up and got sober on me." This trip, Don's homecoming was not what he'd planned. "Honey," his wife said, "your brother wants to talk to you." "Aw, now what? Well, send him in." "Don," he said, "I know the loneliness you feel, I know the sorrow. I know how scared you are ... " Ordinarily, anyone accusing Don of being scared would have wound up swallowing teeth, but suddenly, all of Don's defenses left him. Don's brother hugged him- he had never done THAT before ... Don was hustled off to a rehab. His roommate was a Christian, who read the Bible to Don every night. One night, Don prayed, "God, show me you're really there." Suddenly, he felt a pressure on his chest. He tried to sit up, but the pressure was shoving him into the bed. When Don was finally released, he ran to a pay phone and woke up his wife. "HONEY, God just TOUCHED me!" he yelled. "That's nice, Dear. Now go back to sleep." (!?) she said. Don never drank again. After getting out of the rehab, Don began attending church with his family. It wasn't easy. Don's reputation was so bad, one church refused to let him in! At another church, things went better. An elderly lady walked up. "Donald," she said, nodding to her friends, "We've been praying for you for eight years!" One day, upon returning home from church, Don's little boy noticed that he was upset. "What's wrong, Daddy?" "I wanna go up and accept Jesus, but I'm afraid to git in front of all those people." "You don't have to do it at church, Daddy. You can do it in your bedroom. Come on, I'll help you." Don devoted his life to Christ that day, led by his young son. Don was also attending AA. He believed AA was helpful, but also wanted his buddies to have a chance to know the Lord. Don began visiting local preachers, looking for someone willing to lead a Bible study for recovering alcoholics. It took many attempts, but finally one said yes. After some weeks of study, Don convinced several of his buddies that they needed to be baptized. The preacher was a little guy, and not a good swimmer, so he talked Don into assisting. Don and several others were baptized. The pastor called, Â€ÂœIs there anyone else?Â€ A hawk screeched overhead. Don looked skyward. He heard splashing and looked down again. His son was running towards him to be baptized. Don studied to become a lay teacher. He started a rehab, and also started a large recovery club that held secular and Christian meetings. He began countless 12 Step Bible studies. His home became a meeting place for prayer and Bible study. Early on in his recovery, his buddies gave him the nick name Brother Don, and it stuck till the end of his life. Brother Don died a few years back. And his viewing was standing room only. People waited in line to get in. From the homeless guys, sober "just for today", to ministers and public dignitaries, people came to show their love and respect for one ex-drunk who had discovered the grace of God. THE END (and the Beginning)
Sister Marjorie, thanks for sharing such a wonderful powerful testimony of a real man who had been touched and changed by the power of God. May his legacy lives on and his spirit of God's changing power and love lives on in the life of many who witnessed such transformations. [img]http://www.tiptopglobe.com/skin/smile/s11773.gif[/img]
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This is a very well written piece, and a wonderfully inspiring story. The road to Grace and redemption is often paved with suffering, I know because my experiences were similar. What is so amazing is that the Lord not only heals us of our pain, He then pours out His grace through us, transforming not just ourselves, but countless others as well. God uses the broken to heal the broken.
Thank you Marjorie That belongs in a book. Is it?
No, Brother Don & I talked about doing an as-told-to biography, but he could never sit still long enough to do it.
I have his testimony on tape, from his speaking engagements. This story comes from that, & times we talked about his life.
Glad you enjoyed it. Shalom, Marjorie
Thanks for sharing such a beautiful story Sister Marjorie! Another soul belonging to Jesus! God Bless you mightily! Dave
If only I would always remember my roots so that when I look at others I look at them in the same way God looks at me. A glorious testimony to the love of God and the God of love. Thank you.
You have captured the emotions of life and preserved this man's testimony so that his light will continue to shine even in his absence. I was wondering as I read..."Is it true? Is it true? Oh I hope it's true!" The part where He felt the pressure upon his chest is very precious. Thank you for sharing such a special part of your friend with us, Sister Marjorie. Peace and blessing. -Kathryn