How my Father Found Faith

In memory of my father who found his Heavenly Father late in life.

Listening to my Hair Grow

This story has  been published in several magazines and it remains a favorite because it illustrates how the Father embraces people, any time, any place, at any age. Nothing is an obstacle to him, not even debilitating illnesses like Alzheimer’s disease.

LATE ARRIVAL

By Rose McCormick Brandon

William Matthew McCormick, age 24 William Matthew McCormick, age 24

Dad gave to the poor, loved his family and lived a disciplined life but, he didn’t like church. In his view, the church persecuted the world by producing endless crops of hypocrites whose religion extended only as far as their wallets. He spoke from past experiences that I knew nothing about. In spite of his low opinion of church, he allowed my mother and his five children to make their own decisions in matters of faith.

Decades later, after all of us were married, we became concerned for Dad. We prayed for a softening in his  attitude toward the gospel. We didn’t…

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About rosemccormickbrandon

An award winning personal experience writer, Rose McCormick Brandon is a frequent contributor to faith magazines, devotionals and compilations, including Chicken Soup for the Soul. Rose is the author of Promises of Home: Stories of Canada's British Home Children (2014). One Good Word Makes all the Difference (2013), He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me (2012) and Vanished: What Happened to My Son. She's a frequent contributor to The Testimony, Today's Pentecostal Evangel and other faith magazines in Canada, U.S. and Australia. Rose also writes about Canadian history, specifically the era of Child Immigration from Britain. Read her stories of child immigrants at: http://littleimmigrants.wordpress.com
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One Response to How my Father Found Faith

  1. Joan says:

    This is beautiful — I’m crying. I’m going to send this to some friends.

    My wonderful father didn’t know Jesus. But this has not stopped me from praying retroactively, “Please meet him in the hospital during that time he spent alone on the night he died. Let him know who You are, and that You’re not about religion.” Some people might find this silly, but time is not a restriction to Jesus. Leaving this with Him.

    Thanks, friend. Have a happy “remembering my father” day.

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