On Christmas Eve, 2014, the mother of my dear friend George Bowers was severely burned in a kitchen fire; on Christmas 2014 she went to be with Jesus. What follows is George's account of the last hours of his mother's life on earth - blessed in the eyes of the LORD is the death of His saints. While many have already read this account via an email I sent out, I include it here for the benefit of a wider readership. Please pass it on to God's glory.
About 8:30am on Christmas Eve, 2014, our mother, Violet
Bowers, had a serious accident with her gas cook stove resulting in third
degree burns over 50 percent of her body. After pressing her alert
button, rescue teams immediately responded. What happened over the next
33 hours was nothing short of miraculous and is a story that must be
told.
Mom told the first responders to tell her family
that she loved us and not to feel guilty because she wanted to live on her
own. As the squadmen took her to Rockingham Hospital, she told them how
blessed she was and sang with them. One of them said that of all the
calls she’s answered, she’s never encountered a woman with such great
faith. “To hear your mother praising Jesus and singing hymns as she was
being transported to the hospital will forever change my life. I was
there to take care of her, and I found myself being strengthened.”
At RMH, the
plan was to transfer her to a waiting helicopter for transport to the UVA burn
unit. She did not want to go. She was very emphatic that she didn’t
want any heroic measures and that she was ready to go to heaven. Instead,
on the verge of shock, or in it, she sang Amazing Grace and What A Friend We
Have In Jesus with us in the Emergency Room. As we read her Bible verses,
she quoted them along with us under her oxygen mask. When I stumbled over
part of Psalm 23, she kept going, loudly quoting, “Yeah though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with
me.” And she feared no evil. She told one the ER Doctors, “He’s
always with me and to think that Jesus came to earth at this time of year to
save us from our sins.” She ministered to her family, to the hospital
chaplain, and to other pastors who came to “strengthen” her.
After
getting her in a hospital room for whatever remaining time she had left, she
led her family in singing the Doxology which begins, “Praise God from whom all
blessings flow.” When asked if she was ok, she said, “I don’t know how I
could be any more comfortable.” She told us she knew we had a lot to do
on Christmas Eve and to go take care of our families. We assured her that
we were taking care of our family. She continued to profusely thank her
nurses and us for all that everyone was doing. She requested that we
sing, “Meet Me There,” which we did as she sang along. She said, “God has
been so good to me. I’ve had such a good life. I’m so blessed.”
As
far as we could tell, Mom was never in any pain and we thank God for this
special miracle. But her peaceful calm response in the face of such
trauma demonstrates the fruit of her lifestyle over the preceding 84
years. She prayed and sang and memorized Scriptures long before she
needed them in an emergency. She cultivated the peace of God in her heart
all along life’s path and it was there to see her safely through death when her
time came. She didn’t talk much after about 5pm Christmas Eve
and went to be with Jesus about 24 hours later on Christmas Day. As one
of her granddaughters observed, “She got the BEST Christmas present.”
Mom
would be very uncomfortable with all this written about her because she always
wanted the attention on Jesus. But because her life and her death WERE
all about Jesus, her testimony must be shared. Mom would like nothing
more than for someone else to put their faith in Jesus as a result of her
living and dying. It was and is her desire for us all to “Meet Her There”
in heaven. If you’ve never accepted Jesus as your Savior, just admit that
you’ve sinned and ask God to forgive you. Repent and turn from sin and
ask God to save you and He will. Then find a Bible believing church and
begin to live each day like mom did, worshiping, praising, and obeying Him that
we might all fulfill her desire and “Meet Her There.” Blessings, George