The Man Who Did Not Know God

A Soul on the Hill

A True Story of Faith, Love, and the Mercy That Awaits

I. The Man Who Had Everything

He was successful in business and in life, blessed with great wealth that took a lifetime to achieve — but he did not know God.

His wife of over 40 years served God as a Catholic and remained steadfast in her belief.

Together they built their dream home high on a hill, overlooking the rest of the world. They planned to spend the rest of their lives there.

II. A Covenant Renewed

With his deep love for his wife, a celebration was planned to renew their wedding vows. A priest from out of town did the officiating.

The man liked the godly priest and welcomed him into his home.

III. The Enemy Arrives

Shortly after the celebration came startling news — the man had cancer. A bad type of cancer.

The family did all they could and agreed to an aggressive treatment. Things seemed to look better for a short while, but the malignancy came back with a vengeance, attacking his body without mercy.

IV. A Community on Its Knees

At our Bible study, one of the ladies shared his plight, and we prayed — because he did not know God.

Every week came a new report on the man’s condition, and it was always despairing news. We prayed special graces for his wife and their children — but most of all, for him to turn to God.

V. The Brave Fight

The man fought bravely and honorably.

But it was not to be.

The Man Who Found God at the Eleventh Hour

A Story of Mercy, Homecoming, and the Grace That Never Gives Up

VI. The Farewell

Last week, funeral services were held for the man who did not know God.

His children shared heart-rending stories about their loving father. His beautiful, poised granddaughter spoke eloquently about her grandfather and the love they shared.

The loving wife — left numb by his absence — never gave up on him. She had always been the family’s silent spiritual backbone.

VII. The Priest Returns

At the memorial, the same priest who had renewed their wedding vows now stood to eulogize the man.

A bond had formed between them. And in his final days, the man had called upon that priest — not for comfort alone, but for something far greater.

VIII. The Question That Changes Everything

The man asked the priest one question:

“Is it too late for me to know God?”

The priest answered: “No.”

IX. Mercy Came to Save Him

The priest shared how a man given so much — and who gave so much of himself to those he loved — was ultimately met by the mercy of God.

His gentleness. His free will. His final turning.

These were the threads that led him home.

X. The Missing Link

The parable that unlocked it all was the Parable of the Workers in the Vineyard — Matthew 20:1–16.

The priest connected the parable directly to the man’s life — reminding those gathered that it was a year of mercy, and that God Himself had orchestrated the vow renewal celebration, gathering loved ones close, because He already knew the man’s time was short.

The Lord had gone out at the eleventh hour — and found His worker.

XI. The Parable of the Workers in the Vineyard

Matthew 20:1–7

“For the kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went out early in the morning to hire laborers for his vineyard. When he had agreed with the laborers for a denarius a day, he sent them into his vineyard.

He went out about the third hour and saw others standing idle in the marketplace and said to them, ‘You also go into the vineyard, and whatever is right I will give you.’ So they went.

Again he went out about the sixth and the ninth hour and did likewise.

And about the eleventh hour he went out and found others standing idle and said to them, ‘Why have you been standing here idle all day?’ They said, ‘Because no one hired us.’ He said to them, ‘You also go into the vineyard, and whatever is right you will receive.'”

The man on the hill who built everything — who overlooked the world from his dream home — was himself never overlooked by God. Even at the eleventh hour, the Landowner came looking.

XII. The Hours of a Life

The hours of the workday are not arbitrary — they map the stages of a human life.

Morning workers. Midday workers. Evening workers.

Each one called by the same Landowner. Each one welcomed into the same vineyard — Christ’s own — where souls harvest much fruit for God before the sun sets on their earthly lives.

It does not matter whether the conversion comes early or late. The gift waiting at the end of the day is the same: generous, unearned, and eternal.

XIII. A Beautiful End

What a beautiful end to the story of this man.

The prayers of his family — and of strangers on their knees who never even knew his name — carried him to the threshold. And he walked through.

He will forever be remembered not as the man who did not know God, but as the man who walked into the arms of God.

Yes — that is how easy our Maker makes it for us.

XIV. A Servant’s Farewell

Written with love, offered in hope, and left as a lamp for anyone who stumbles across these words:

May every soul who reads this story recognize the Landowner’s voice — and know that the vineyard gate is never closed while there is still breath.

A faithful servant of the Most High, praying for all who find their way here.

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Fill My Cup Lord

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My grandson Jacob

When the Cloud Comes: Fighting Through Depression with Faith

The Battle Is Real

Even after attending Mass today, a dark cloud wanted to keep me company. These spirits are real, and if you do not know how to pray against them, they will keep you from doing God’s work. I pressed forward to rid myself of this depression — I prayed for others, answered a few emails, and watched my youngest grandchild for a few hours. He insisted on playing hide and seek.

A Steadfast Walk, but a Mortal One

My walk with the Lord is steadfast, and I live to serve Him — but I am still a mere mortal, subject to the attacks of the enemy. By 1:30 PM, my plans for the day were still far from complete. I reached for flavored potato chips to push through, but that never works.

The Turning Point

Finally, I made my way to the treadmill, and the movement stirred my endorphins. I prayed the Rosary, and suddenly that looming cloud disappeared. It is a mind game with the devil — and he has one assignment: to steal, to slaughter, and to destroy (John 10:10).

You Are Not Alone: Finding Victory Over Depression

The Enemy’s Tactics

Please know that you are not alone when you suffer from depression. This is normal, especially when you come down from a spiritual high. The enemy is always nearby as a constant reminder of our shortcomings — but he is a liar, and we must put him in his place.

A Short, Simple Prayer

Dear Heavenly Father,

I thank You and praise You for all that You are doing in my life. I know that this spirit of depression is not from You. Lord, please help me get through my day in victory, and allow Your Holy Spirit to guide my thoughts. I empty my heart, mind, and spirit, and ask that You, Lord, fill me with Your perfect love. Your Word says, “I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly” (John 10:10). Thank You, Jesus!

To get back into the spirit of God the pictures of our recent trip reminded me of how greatly we were all used.

 

 

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Don’t Sit Next To Me On A Plane

Worth revisiting — this story first took place in May 2004.

Fourteen Hours and a Divine Appointment

The Best-Laid Plans

Fourteen hours is a long time to be on a plane. The plan was to ask for an aisle seat at check-in, but the luggage was too heavy — at least on the way there. In a frantic rush to shift some things into a team member’s suitcase, the request slipped away entirely. As usual, the middle seat it was.

Neighbors by Design

To the left was Quinn, a young man traveling to Ukraine. To the right was a friendly man from Latvia whose name was never quite caught. Both strangers. Neither a coincidence.

A Missionary in the Middle Seat

After introducing myself as a missionary, Quinn introduced himself as an agnostic. The response came naturally: “Oh, you should not sit next to me.” Witnessing is second nature, and that day was no different. Quinn was gracious and polite as stories and photos from past missionary trips were shared. He was on his way to visit an orphanage and teach the children to play the ukulele — which led to only one honest response: “You are already doing God’s work — you just don’t realize it yet.” What a wonderful young man with a beautiful heart.

Dream Water and Tired Eyes

Eventually, fatigue won out. Quinn purchased something called Dream Water — described simply as the opposite of Red Bull — and drifted off to sleep.

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Placebos, Greyhound Disasters, and a Green Shirt in Istanbul

Dream Water and a Gracious Skeptic

It fell to me to gently break the news that Dream Water was perhaps a placebo — Quinn agreed, but drank it anyway. Some battles are worth conceding. Quinn and I are now Facebook friends, and he continues to be used by God in a loving outreach to those young orphans.

The Greyhound Disaster

The gentleman to the right was doing his best, in broken English, to describe what can only be called a catastrophe. His dream vacation across America on a Greyhound bus had gone so badly that he was forced to rent a car halfway through the trip. The bus, he explained, was dirty, old, and not fit for any traveler. It was news to me that Greyhound even offered excursion packages to international visitors — let alone those coming all the way from Latvia.

Grand Canyons and Good Sense

He was deeply disappointed, and for a brief moment, the thought came to write a letter of complaint to Greyhound felt like the right move — before coming to good senses. A gentle suggestion was offered instead: most people drive to see the Grand Canyon. He received that quietly, with the look of a man who had already learned that lesson the hard way.

A Green Shirt in Istanbul

On the return trip, a short layover in Istanbul offered one more unexpected moment. Among millions of people passing through one of the world’s busiest crossroads, one young man stood out — wearing a green shirt, and without arms.

The Row That Was Never Mine

A Smirky Smile and a Settled Heart

This time, the aisle seat request was granted. The doors to the Boeing 777 were locked, and a smirky smile was exchanged with a friend named Jane. The whole row — empty. For one brief, glorious moment, it seemed like the flight home would be peaceful.

They Will Sit Here

Just as comfort set in, the young man in the green shirt arrived — the same one spotted among millions in the Istanbul terminal — accompanied by a companion. “We will sit here,” they said. The only honest response was a smile and the truth: “Okay, but you just ruined my trip home.” They laughed, sat down, and what followed was one of the best conversations of the journey.

A Refugee, a Reunion, and a Hug With the Eyes

The young man without arms is a refugee from Afghanistan, being escorted by a United Nations representative to Oregon. The moment he sat down, something passed between us that needed no words — a hug with the eyes. He was warm, friendly, and full of light.

Born That Way

Curiosity led to a gentle question: had he lost his arms in the war? He smiled and said he was born that way. Even his UN companion had not known — and was quietly surprised to find out.

The Aisle Seat, the Big Toe, and a Prodigal Son

A Reasonable Hesitation

When the food cart began making its way down the aisle, the UN representative kindly asked if the window seat could be taken instead. The hesitation was real — no, no, staying put felt right — but then he mentioned there was an aisle seat just a few rows back. A glance revealed a very handsome man sitting next to his equally beautiful girlfriend. The first instinct? “That guy is too big — that is not going to work for me.”

The Big Toe That Changed Everything

Then it hit like a ton of bricks. This young man eats with his feet. The concern was not elbows — it was knees. One glance confirmed it: his big toe was already navigating the monitor with ease. The decision was immediate. “I will move back.” Everyone was happy.

Joe, His Girlfriend, and an Old Wound

The next seat brought Joe and his girlfriend. After settling in and explaining the situation, the conversation opened naturally — and the witnessing began. The story of an encounter with a demon-possessed girl came up, and that got their attention immediately.

Daily Mass Parents and a Prodigal Heart

Joe shared that his parents were devout Catholics who attended daily Mass. He, however, was angry at the Church and stated plainly that he would never return. The response was equally plain: his parents are praying for him, and God answers the prayers of faithful parents. He and his girlfriend were gracious throughout — though there is a fair chance the conversation eventually put them both to sleep.

Every Seed Has a Season

The Harvest Belongs to God

Every person encountered on that journey received a seed. That much is certain. The planting was the assignment — the harvest belongs to God.

The Seeds Sown

To Quinn — a seed of servanthood for God.

To the young man without arms — a seed of welcome to America.

To his UN companion — a seed of love.

To Joe and his girlfriend — a seed that was already planted and simply needed watering.

 

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