ROSS WRIGHT: by G Sam Piatt I’ll tell you as briefly as I can about my experience with Ross Wright. He was my brother-in-law and my fishing buddy. And a fan. I could make him laugh so hard with my antics that he would nearly be rolling in the bottom of the boat. Ross was one of those good men who didn’t want to talk about God. On a fishing trip he and I and my father took to Florida he was not himself at all. He was cross. I couldn’t coax a laugh out of him. When we got back he went to a hospital in Lexington, Kentucky for some tests. They drilled into his chest and diagnosed him with acute leukemia. In an advanced stage. I had the privilege of helping to lead him to Christ while he was there. Ross underwent some treatments that might prolong his life a little. I was convinced God was going to miraculously heal Ross. I went to Lexington and told Ross the plan. We drove over to the nearby city of Wilmore, to the Campus Chapel there where I had experienced the spirit of God in a powerful way. We slipped in a side door and made our way up to the altar. We prayed for the healing. Ross was never able to fully describe to me the vision he had while kneeling. We came out of there skipping like two school children. On the drive back to Lexington we laughed and talked about all the things Ross wanted to do with his new life. Less than 24 hours later he was in the Lexington hospital with a machine doing his breathing for him. I was ushered into his room and the door partially closed behind me. I looked down at Ross with that ugly tube in his mouth and saw the dried blood flecked around his lips. There came a voice, almost audible, it seemed, from behind me, over my shoulder. It said something like, you see, Sam Piatt, what a fool you’ve been, going around telling people about a God who doesn’t exist. If he did, would he let your friend lay here and did like this? Just for a moment I found myself wanting to renounce God. I wanted to flee that room and never mention His name again. But … I had been saved 11 years and had enough Scripture in me to know who was speaking. This was the enemy of my soul, the enemy who hates us dirty little human beings, who wants to kill us all, the enemy whom the Scriptures say is the god of this present world. I spoke out loud, “Get Out Of Here! Get Out You Filthy Liar!” ...He Fled. And the most wonderful, warm, feeling filled that entire room. I know this seems impossible, but I thought I saw, in my peripheral vision, Ross lift both arms. Ross was pronounced dead later that day. Ross was 37. Full Story Link: bit.ly/1JjGC6T G. SAM PIATT can be reached at gsamwriter@twc or (606) 932-3619. Visit his web page at gsampiattbooks.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 03:47:01 +0000
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