HEAVEN ON EARTH 191night, my folks will be sleeping." It was just after two
o'clock in the morning when I quietly parked in front of the
house and turned off the ignition.
I tiptoed up the steps and slowly unlocked the front
door. I opened it and was startled by what I saw. There in
front of me, seated on the couch, were my mom and dad.
I had been panic-stricken when I saw them walk into
that church, but this was even worse. My knees began to
tremble, and I looked for a place to sit down.
My father was the first to speak and I listened in
disbelief.
"Son," he softly said, "how can we become like you?"
Was I hearing what I thought I was hearing? Was this
the same man that had been so offended by my conversion?
The father that had absolutely forbidden the name of
"Jesus" to be spoken in our home?
"We really want to know," he said. "Tell us how we can
have what you have."
I looked at my dear mother and saw tears begin to fall
down her beautiful cheeks. I couldn't contain my joy at that
moment. I began to weep. And for the next hour of that
unforgettable night I opened the Scripture and led my
parents to the saving knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ.
My daddy said, "Benny, do you know what convinced
me?" He told me that when I began preaching, he turned to
my mother and said, "That's not your son. Your son can't
talk! His God must be real." He didn't know that I had been
totally healed of stuttering.
The marvelous conversion of my parents allowed the
Lord to literally sweep through the rest of the family. Henry