FIRST-PERSON: It happened one Sunday
VANCOUVER, Wash. (BP) -- It happened in Spokane, Wash., on a Sunday morning in the spring of 1937. Eighteen year-old Lillian Privette was in church, as was her custom.
1937 was a difficult year. Unemployment in the U.S. was 14.3 percent and climbing, reaching 19 percent by 1938. Nazi aggression made war seem likely to astute observers such as Winston Churchill. It was also during that year that Amelia Earhart vanished during her around-the-world solo flight.
But as difficult as things were in the world, God was at work, as He always is.
Gifted with a beautiful voice, Lillian loved singing the hymns of the faith. On this particular Sunday, one hymn became a special favorite. As she later told the story, they were singing the great Isaac Watts hymn, "At the Cross," when she heard a strong, if unfamiliar voice. She looked over and standing a few persons away was a handsome young man named Everett. With a striking bearing and clear blue eyes, he possessed the muscular confidence of a young man chiseled by hard physical labor. Everett had come in from the woods where his family carved a living as loggers.
Finished with school by the eighth grade, Everett helped support a family of 12 by felling timber with his dad. But it was Sunday, and they were far from home, so they attended church in the city. As God would have it, they sat on Lillian's pew. And while singing "At the Cross," she heard his voice, looked his way, and described her experience as "love at first sight."
Everett was smitten with Lillian as well. That morning he asked her to go on a date -- to church. Everett drove to Lillian's house to take her to Easter services at her church. The courtship moved quickly and they were married by year's end, beginning 61 years together.
In the 40 years since my grandparents, Everett and Lillian Adams, told me the story of how they met, I have never sung "At the Cross" without thinking of them. We even have the song displayed in our home to remind us of the faith tradition of our family.
I tell this story as an encouragement to parents and grandparents to share your stories with your family. Children need to hear our stories of faith in Jesus Christ, and they need to know what God has done in and through our families.
The first person I helped lead to faith in Christ was my college roommate, Steve Phillips. I hadn't seen Steve in 20 years, then, on a family vacation that took us near his home, I gave him a call and we had a wonderful visit. He and his wife have a beautiful family who loves Jesus.
It had never occurred to me that our sons knew nothing about Steve and how God had used their dad to share Jesus with him. I learned that I need to share such stories. It was good for them to know that when I was about their age now, I was trying to serve and share Jesus with others.
One of the great concerns that many have is the salvation of their own children and their commitment to serve Jesus after they leave home -- a valid concern that requires multiplied efforts. Sharing your faith stories with your kids is one worthy effort toward that end.
Have you told your children and grandchildren how you became a follower of Jesus? Tell them. Have you shared a time when you believe God was guiding you and it changed your life? Share it. Have you talked about serving Jesus, maybe leading a friend to Christ? Did you help to start a church? Is there a time when you denied self, and sacrificed for Jesus and His cause? These are stories that others need to hear, especially our own kids.
Everett and Lillian have been with Jesus for more than 15 years. When they died I lost someone who prayed for me daily. I will always remember my grandpa's first words after he heard me preach my first sermon. "You are called," he said. That meant a lot to me. It still does. And I want my sons to know the story.