The year was 1980, and the month of my 22nd birthday. The Jesus Film had come out in movie theaters, and I had decided to take my grandparents to watch it for my birthday. Even today, I clearly remember how much we three enjoyed this beautiful film. But over the next couple weeks, I began to worry that maybe they did not know Jesus. Then one night, I sat them down at the table and talked to them about my concern.Both grandpa and grandma answered that I had nothing to worry about. But it was grandpa who took his glasses off to wipe his eyes. He had been raised in a Christian German family and assured me he had given his life to the Lord when he was a little boy, but had fallen away over the years. And it was he that went to find his King James Bible that had been sitting on a shelf in the den. And so I made him a little bet. I would take both of them out for a steak dinner once he had finished reading the Old Testament.
Within one month, Grandpa had read the entire Old Testament, and as I promised, we all went out for a steak dinner. That was on a Sunday, and the last day I saw my grandmother alive. The following Sunday, I was kneeling by my grandfather as he sat in a chair near the hospital bed where my grandmother lay dead from a heart attack.
I knelt by him and cried into his lap, and as his arms embraced me, he thanked God for opening up his heart again, and for the month he had to read the bible. He said he was finding great comfort from its words. You see, this was the third wife he had lost to death, and his heart was greatly grieved. Later that night grandpa asked me to come live with him. For eight wonderful months, we went to church together, and he continued to read on through the New Testament. And honestly, when that man prayed, his voice trembled. We rode bikes, fished, gardened and canned our produce, played board games, and visited family together. Those were very precious months indeed. At the end of those eight months, my grandfather blessed me as he gave me away at my wedding. But then ten days later, I was kneeling once again by my grandfather in a hospital room, but only this time he was dying from a massive stroke. He went on to join his friend in Jesus at age sixty nine. My heart was breaking, and yet I was comforted knowing that I would see him again!
At this moment, and as I write these words, I am crying. Missionary John Cunningham came to speak at our church about how this film is used around the world to lead people to Christ. I was stunned to realize that this was the very same one that I had shared with my grandparents thirty one years ago. Over the years, I had often thought of its tender connection to that day when I was joined by two important people in my life to watch a movie about Jesus. And glory to the Lord, and all these years later, this film is still touching hearts and changing lives.
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