I am so sadden when I go to a Church and their is NO one with disabilities in attendance! WHY? WHY? That is not right! Many need to talk to JESUS about this! I always loved going to FBC in Reserve when I would get to see Glenn Kellogg! Glenn was a disabled from his military service and was in a wheelchair. He always had a smile on his face! He always greeted me with a smile! Glenn Kellogg Graduates to Glory! I also would see my buddy Clarence Montoya now and then when I would travel down to the Los Lunas/Belen area to preach. Clarence has been in a wheelchair all of his life. I asked him one time when he was on my tv program about his disability, I will never forget his reply, “Dewey, everyone has a disability!” POWERFUL! YES WE ALL DO! THINK ABOUT IT!
This issue is very special to me. My Dad helped designed the first school bus for the disabled back in Minnesota. Years ago on the radio station back home in Windom, Minnesota, the Methodist Pastor called my Dad the ‘angel of children’ in Windom. I wore a full leg brace for almost 2 years, the doctor had told me and my parents I may never walk and run like the rest of the kids! I still have the leg brace in my office to remind me of what GOD has done for me! My goodness, God gave me the thrill of playing softball for over 20 years!!!!!!!!
Pastor, if you do not have people with disabilities in your Church, how can you change that? JESUS! JESUS!
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By Amber Stewart, posted October 25, 2024 in Discipleship
Born in 1991, I was the third child but the second living. My sister, Lindsay, passed away at six months old from a debilitating neuromuscular disease known as Spinal Muscular Atrophy type 1, aka Werdnig Hoffman disease. This was a death sentence back then, all the way up until just a few years ago, when scientists came out with multiple treatments for this disease that primarily work most effectively in infants and newborns. Lindsay Amber Stewart was too weak and went to be with Jesus too soon. Life must go on.
Next came my big brother Matt, or, as I call him, “Bubba.” The healthy baby boy held my parents together while they were still grieving such a tremendous loss of their firstborn.
I was born healthy but was diagnosed with the same disease as my sister at six months old. What lay before me was a lifetime of struggles, hospital visits and a prognosis of living two years or less. I took every challenge head-on, with the sovereign hand of God guiding me every step of the way. I’ve seen angels. I’ve talked to God. He has even talked back and told my parents and myself how to best take care of me throughout my 33 years thus far on this earth. I’m referred to as a “medical miracle” by doctors. God is more real to me than if He were sitting down with me having a cup of coffee.
