One of the most godly families I know is that of Dean Herring and his children. They pastor and work in Idaho. I have known Dean for over 30 years. He has always had an impeccable testimony.
His grandson Josiah just went to Heaven today. The entire Herring family lived out the Christian faith in this tragedy as well as any hero of history that you could read about. I want our church to learn from them. I want to include some posts that they put on facebook. Read them. Weep. But learn from the grace of God in their lives.
April 4, written by his dad!
The night before Josiah was born I told God that Josiah belonged to Him. I prayed that God would use Him for His glory. After his birth I cradled him in my arms and repeated the same promise. It was easy to walk by faith in the plains of Palestine, but from the heights of Mt. Moriah I am faced with a sacrifice that I do not want to make. I am hedged in and I have nowhere to go.
April 6 by his granddad
So many times we find ourselves overwhelmed by events beyond our control. Like the disciples, we often run from the Lord when things donâ€™t go as we planned. In extreme moments, as with Peter, we may blend with the world and act as though we donâ€™t even know Him. Once we turn a deaf ear to what He is saying to us in His Word, the obstacles become the objects of our focus. Remember this: If God can empty the tomb, moving the stone is no problem to Him. We serve a God â€œthat is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or thinkâ€. Ephesians 3:20
April 7 by granddad
Last Friday evening was the longest night of my life. After a long agonizing wait that stretched over three days, we were finally met by the doctors only to have our greatest fears confirmed. As Suzie and I were left alone in the room with Josiah, it felt like the minutes turned into days and the hours turned into months. The next day I read Psalm 22 where David cried out to God in “the night season.” I understand now how one ten hour evening can feel like a season.
April 28 by dad
In pleading my case for Josiah, I find that I am not alone. My High Priest, who is even at the right hand of God, pleads my cause for me. The Spirit itself lays forth my case filling in the gaps that have escaped my notice and accurately articulating what is far beyond my understanding. In addition to this there are thousands of interceders petitioning the Father every day on behalf of Josiah. How can the Father not rule in our favor and grant a miracle?
In February when we faced a miscarriage, it was the “God of all comfort” (2 Corinthians 1:3) who sustained us. Now facing an inoperable and incurable brain tumor, we turn to the “God of hope” who is able to “fill us with all peace in believing, that we may abound in hope” (Romans 15:13).
May 17 by dad
Unless there are any significant changes, I will not be posting anymore updates
except for my reflections of the last month with Josiah. We want to preserve the
dignity of our son and honor him in such a way that brings honor to our Saviour.
To the army of prayer warriors that have interceded on behalf our precious
child, I am deeply humbled and grateful for the time spent in prayer for my son.
Fifty-one days ago our world came to screeching halt while the world for
everyone else continued to revolve. And yet so many thousands have allowed their
world to come to a frequent stop that they might pray, fast, and weep for little
Josiah Lee. This has meant more to me than I can ever express.
I have not stopped praying for a miracle. Our compounded problems have not made
it more difficult for God to heal Josiah. He can heal with as much ease today as
He could have a month ago. But I must also recognize that this could be God’s
answer to our prayer. On Monday morning Josiah went into a deep sleep. In a
tremendous way Josiah is already ‘asleep in Jesus’. How my heart and soul longs
for the day when we live together with Him!
“Women received their dead raised to life again: and others were tortured, not
accepting deliverance; that they might obtain a better resurrection.” (Hebrews
Standing atop Mount Moriah, I am still facing a sacrifice that I do not want to
make. I look to the thicket, and it is empty.
today by dad
At 12:22 AM on Wednesday morning, Josiah Lee was embraced by his best Friend. Ten days ago he fell asleep in Disney World and this morning he woke up in heaven. It doesn’t get much better than that for a four-year-old kid. Fifty-five days ago Josiah’s journey began. His short life recently touched thousands and some of us were privileged to bask in the warmth of his light for almost five years. Looking out from the balcony of our room in the Disney resort over the splendor of the Magic Kingdom, Suzie commented that the whole Disney trip seemed almost surreal. Last night as Suzie and I were reminiscing about little Josiah I realized our life has been surreal. Josiah lived a “Make A Wish” childhood. One day soon we’ll get our wish trip when we’re reunited with our little blonde haired, blue eyed boy – ‘Siah, my Siah’.
“For we would not, brethren, have you ignorant of our trouble which came to us… that we were pressed out of measure, above strength, insomuch that we despaired even of life: But we had the sentence of death in ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God which raiseth the dead: Who delivered us from so great a death, and doth deliver: in whom we trust that he will yet deliver us.” (2 Corinthians 1:8-10)
I do not know how this affects you. I only hope that when the day comes that I must face death that I will do it with the faith and dignity of this family. I wish that everyone of you could know them.
They are an example to all of us.
Dean and family, Betty and I love all of your family more than you will ever know. God bless you. I am so proud to see Jesus so lifted up by all of you.
You raised tremendous children. God bless you. My heart is bursting with joy as I think of how you have honored the Lord Jesus.