May God Bless Westview Baptist Church in Tallapoosa, Georgia
My Son Loved You, West View Missionary Baptist Church
Faith Reaches Out To A Family 900 Miles Away
This church has been on my mind for almost two years. I had not a lot, because I was retired on social security and it was the Christmas season, and I remember that day well. I got a knock at my door and a police officer stood there in my face, and said Mame your son is dead. I looked him in the face and said, "no he is not. He is in his room". The officer said not that son, and he went on to say my son in Georgia died in an accident. I am thinking oh my it is a car accident. Then he further added the words that he was killed in a car accident with a train. The train hit him doing 60 miles an hour in the middle of town. His car flipped 5 times. I am thinking to myself in numbness that I had lost my son. I never thought of losing him this way. My son was a heart patient and had previously had up to 8 stents in his heart, and finally he had open heart bypass surgery. It was always on our mind that he could die on us and leave two little girls. I swear it does not matter in your heart whether or not the son you raised was one you gave birth to him, but it mattered that I loved him dearly. I think back on that day and how I was feeling. I knew we had to get to my son to take care of his funeral and try to help with his children. They would be devastated, and I was just stunned and hopeless. I was told to call his pastor at West View Missionary Baptist Church and I did. I explained how broke we were and how we had no way to get to Georgia to my son. Pastor said to me that I will go to the elders of the church. Before that day was over, my son's pastor had arranged to get us to Georgia. Not only did he arrange that but he made sure Scott my son could be buried in a burial plot somewhere in Tallapoosa, Ga. I never saw a church so loving as they were to us that day we came to Tallapoosa. That was the hardest time for us, but they all showed us love and compassion as we thought of our son and his daughters. They were little ,and we knew would be absolutely in shock. Their dad flipped so many times that we could not open his casket.
I visited the hospital where my son was taken, after the train hit him, and he was dying. I thought he would have died right there, but no he did not. They had to take him to the hospital, because of all things his heart was still beating. A heart that had under gone bypass surgery and 8 stents. I would lose count at how many times , as he was taken by ambulance to Bremen, Ga for his heart. The train hit my son in Bremen right in the middle of the town. The nurse I spoke to there at the hospital was the same nurse that hit my son in the chest trying to jump start his heart several years ago as she said. It was ironic that the same person was there for him, when he died in the emergency room. It was one of the first trips when his heart stopped that I will tell you why this church means so much to us.
About 6 years ago, my son started to have a heart attack. His heart I think stopped, and they had to give him CPR to get it beating. He was transported to a hospital, My son on arrival asked for a preacher. There just so happened to be one there. He was visiting with a congregational member who was sick in the hospital. The pastor found his way to my son's room and he asked my son, if he was saved. My son looked at him and said h... no. He said do you want to be? My son said yes. At that moment he died for 5 minutes. He said to me that changed his life forever. He was in a room of bright light looking down on everyone working on his body, and he said he could see them trying to get his heart started again. After 5 minutes of trying, then Scott heard a voice in the light tell him, "son go back it is not your time." So my son came back to his body and his heart started beating again. From that day forward his life was changed. He started to go to the little church where the pastor preached.
He finally got himself saved and took his little girls there and his family. That brought him great feeling of joy. The people accepted him for who he was and always welcomed him into their house of worship. His life became devoted to helping others and being a member of that church. And it was that church that came to us that night we lost him, and blessed us with their love and compassion.
West View Baptist Church has not stopped praying for my family, and we have had ups and downs since the day I lost my son. His little girls went to foster care, and it has been a struggle ever since, but I shall never forget the love and commitment West View Missionary Baptist Church has for their church family and extended family of the congregation of that church. May you always bless others and send your prayers for the power of prayer lies within your hearts and in that church. Thank you for your love and strength for us to go on. May Jesus always walk among you for in him and through him all things are possible.
My son and I talked the day before he died, and I realized he was evangelizing for God. He would take some of his money and buy literature to pass out free at the Walmart parking lot and other places he went. He wanted others to know how much God can do for your life. He was not always that way, but through his life he took that right path. Even strangers have told me that they found this literature in his car. He said to me that day before he died, "Mom I am not afraid to die. I think somehow he knew something was going to happen." We talked about all the times that I had saved his life and how he was like a cat with nine lives. In his own words not spoken, then It was just his time to go home to the father above. I am sure he is looking down on that special little church called West View Missionary Baptist Church that showed him the way home. I know he does not want the church to ever stop praying for his two little girls that he had to leave behind.
West View Baptist Church Web Site
This was my son's church that he loved so much in Tallapoosa, Ga.