He heals!

My cousin, Donna, in the early 1960's

My cousin, Donna, in the early 1960’s

Not long after a child is born he/she begins to be introduced to the family.

I was no different. Of course, there’s mom and dad, which I began to see every day and it didn’t take long to get use to them. Since we lived close to where both my parents had graduated, I had grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins fairly close.

Dad worked as an appliance repairman for his brother, my Uncle Ed, and so I saw Uncle Ed, Aunt Margie, and my cousin Donna quite a bit. Donna and I were only a few years apart in age and so we played together as children.

I learned a lot of things from Donna.

I remember lying in the alleyways of Crosby, Texas, and searching for cigarette butts. This was at a time when some cigarette makers added a charcoal filter. Donna and I did nothing more than tear open the butts and collect the charcoal. We didn’t do anything else with it; just poured it on the sidewalk and after a while we would move on to bigger and better things.
We would slide down the hill next to the movie theater on a box that a refrigerator had been packed in. It was a huge hill and the cardboard made us go fast.

I have very fond memories of Donna.

Crosby had a railroad through the middle of town. Passenger and freight trains both rain this rail.
I remember the passenger train speeding through town and “hooking” a mail bag from the side of the railroad. They would also throw out a mail bag for the local post office to pick up and sort out.
It was the highlight of every day!

Donna and I would often play on the rail cars parked on the side rails. The tank cars have walkways around them and it was easy to climb up on one since they were unattended.

Donna was there the day we were playing “chase” and I climbed up on one of the tank cars and slipped while running on the walkway. I feel to the rocky ground below and split the back of my head open. She ran by my side, took one look at me and said, “Lie still! Don’t get up!”
And she was off like a flash to get help.
Meanwhile, I did get up and wondered why my head was so heavy. It’s because I was bleeding – a lot!
Dad and mom came running out the back of the store to me. One of them took my white turtle neck shirt off and compressed it on the back of my head. Then they rushed me to the hospital some 15-miles away in Baytown.

I was 6-years old and it took 13 stitches to close the wound. I remember being weak and sick at my stomach. I was a ghastly yellow-green because of the blood loss.

This could have easily been it for me but I survived and healed from that wound and many others in years to come.

Eleven years later I would be healed of a more serious wound – sin!
No amount of family or doctors can heal the wound that sin was having on my life. Sin would eventually kill me as it does everyone.
Yet we have a God that desires to heal us from sins affects on us; He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Ps 147:3

He personally carried our sins in his body on the cross so that we can be dead to sin and live for what is right. By his wounds you are healed. 1 Peter 2:24

Let Him heal you today!

One thought on “He heals!

  1. Nice post Pastor Tim – Thank you.
    Your childhood memories remind me a lot of how it was when I was a kid growing up in the 60’s in Melbourne, Australia where I still live.
    God bless.

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