“Mr. Black, I called to tell you my son passed.”
The voice on the other end of the phone was steady though filled with emotion, a mother’s voice delivering a difficult message.
“You remember my son?”
“He went through your program after many years of addiction. He received Christ as his Lord and Savior, and his whole life changed.”
“Well, he got cancer.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be. I prayed for his healing, but he asked me to stop praying that God would heal him.” She paused. “You see, he was clean for two years before he passed, and that was the longest he had ever been clean after he started using drugs. He said to me, ‘Mom, I’m clean and it feels so good. If I die now I know I will go to heaven, and I will go clean. If I live I might relapse, and I don’t want to do that. I want to go clean.”
I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just waited.
“I thought you should know because he thought so highly of everyone there.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.” I mumbled.
“Don’t be,” She said. “I am so proud of him and how he overcame. I know where he is and that I will see him again. And he got what he wanted. He went home clean!”