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John
Michael Campbell, Rev.
Hope Church of the Nazarene, Vista:
Life is full of turns, spills, good times, trials, blessings
and the inevitable consequences of our choices. Perhaps you
have noticed that God has blessed us with fading, forgetful
and forgiving minds. I am only 48, but this is already wonderfully
obvious to me. I do not know to where God banishes so many
of our bad childhood memories, but I am glad He leaves the
good ones in the gardens of our minds to grow and prosper.
Eventually we harvest those memories as a chapter in our lives
for the next generation to share or endure!
I was born and raised in the Midwest, the son of a career police
officer with a minimal income and even less faith. Vacations
were a luxury seldom possible, even though both mom and dad
worked at least two jobs. The summer of 1964 was a notable
exception, leaving an indelible memory.
Despite the fact that summer was hot and muggy, my mom and dad
loaded all three children into the family station wagon and
off we went to Sandusky, Michigan, to visit my grandparents.
Although there was no air conditioning, I do not remember
the heat or the helicopter-sized mosquitoes. What I remember
most are endless hours in the Black River, swimming ‘til
my skin was wrinkled and tanned, and most importantly waking
at 4 a.m. to find my grandfather on his knees crying out to
God for the salvation of my family. Yes, 1964 was my first
memorable encounter with a man of faith. There were no Christian
camps, VBS or youth group meetings in those days of my life.
I know today, however, that God had planned a vacation with
memories that would never fade. I realized that summer that
there was a significant difference between my grandfather
and my father. My father was angry, frustrated and unpredictable
when things did not go his way. My Grandfather just smiled
no matter what happened. Years would pass by before I would
fully understand why!
My grandparents went to be with Jesus in the late 70s. But in
1993 - at the age of 38 - my Grandfather’s prayers were
answered. I became a child of God.
That same year, I led my mother to our Lord, and last year (2002),
I shared the memory of my grandfather’s faith in prayer
with my father. He died two days later, but not before he,
too, accepted Jesus as his Savior!
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