This is a fictional story sent through email, but I still think it is inspiring.



This just shows that GOD is in control

WHAT A STORY
A man from Norfolk, VA called a local radio station to share
this on September 11th, 2003. His Name was Robert Matthews. These are
his words. "A few weeks before September 11th, my wife and I found out
we were going to have our first child. She planned a trip out to
California to visit her sister. On our way to the airport, we prayed
that God would grant my wife a safe trip and be with her.

Shortly after I said amen, we both heard a loud pop and the car
shook violently. We had blown out a tire.

I replaced the tire as quickly as I could, but we still missed
her flight. Both very upset, we drove home.

I received a call from my father who was retired NYFD. He asked
what my wife's flight number was, but I explained that we missed the
flight. My father informed me that her flight was the one that
crashed into the southern tower. I was too shocked to speak. My
father also had more news for me. He was going to help. He said, "This
is not something I can't just sit by for. I have to do something."

I was concerned for his safety, of course, but more because he
had never given his life to Christ. After a brief debate, I knew his
mind was made up.
Before he got off of the phone, he said, "Take good care of my
grandchild."
Those were the last words I ever heard my father say He died
while helping in the rescue effort.

My joy that my prayer of safety for my wife had been answered
quickly became anger. I was angry at God, at my father, and at myself.
I
had gone for nearly two years blaming God for taking my father away.

My son would never know his grandfather, my father had never
accepted Christ, and I never got to say goodbye.

Then something happened. About two months ago, I was sitting at
home with my wife and my son, when there was a knock on the door. I
looked at my wife, but I could tell she wasn't expecting anyone. I opened the door
to a couple with a small child The man looked at me and asked if my
father's name was Jake Matthews. I told him it was. He quickly grabbed
my hand and said, "I never got the chance to meet your father, but it
is an honor to meet his son."

He explained to me that his wife had worked in the World Trade
Center and had been caught inside after the attack. She was pregnant
and had been caught under debris. He then explained that my father had been
the one to find his wife and free her.

My eyes welled up with tears as I thought of my father giving
his life for people like this. He then said, "There is something else
you need to know."

His wife then told me that as my father worked to free her, she
talked to him and led him to Christ.

I began sobbing at the news. Now I know that when I get to
Heaven, my father will be standing beside Jesus to welcome me, and that
this family would be able to thank him themselves.

When their baby boy was born, they named him Jacob Matthew in
honor of the man who gave his life so that mother and baby could live.

This story should help us to realize two things. First that God
is always in control. We may not see the reason behind things, and we
may never know this side of Heaven, but God is always in control.

And second is that though it has been several years since the
attacks, we should never let it become a mere tragic memory.

God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.