Being a Christian in today's world is very hard. But do not let that scare you, anything worthwhile is worth working for. Being a Christian can be hard but it can also be fun. That is my objective, through my own stories, stories of my friends and a lot of plagiarism (Just kidding, only a little plagiarism.), I am going to show that you can be a Christian and still have fun!

the most wasted of all days is one without
laughter - e e cummings


Wednesday, May 04, 2005


  Firemen are the best!


AWESOME...This is a true story... Stop telling God how big your storm is. Instead tell your storm how big your GOD is.

In Phoenix, Arizona, a 26-year-old mother stared down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent, she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible.

The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son's dreams to come true. She took her son's hand and asked, "Billy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life?"

Mommy, "I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make your wish come true."

Later that day she went to her local fire department in Phoenix, Arizona, where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix. She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her 6- year-old son a ride around the block on a fire engine.

Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that. If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him An honorary fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! And if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat-not a toy one-with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department. They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast."

Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy, dressed him in his fire uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck. Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines, the paramedic's van, and even the fire chief's car.

He was also videotaped for the local news program. Having his dream come true, with all the love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Billy that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible.

One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital. Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Billy as he made his transition.

The chief replied, "We can do better than that. We'll be there in 5 minutes. Will you please do me a favor? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is not a fire? It's just the fire department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room?" About 5 minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder up to Billy's third floor open window. Sixteen firefighters climbed up the ladder into Billy's room.

With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they loved him. With his dying breath, Billy looked up at the fire chief and said, "Chief, am I really a fireman now?" "Billy, you are, and the Head Chief, Jesus, is holding your hand," the chief said.

With those words, Billy smiled and said, "I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and the angels have been singing." He closed his eyes one last time.

This story always gets to me. I have a soft spot in my heart for kids and for firemen. If you have been reading any of my blog, you know why I have a soft spot for kids. They are our future and I feel God has given me a gift to deal with them.

As for firemen, I used to be a volunteer fireman. I have a lot of friends from those days as a firemen. You become close, like brothers, you put your life in their hands everyday. Speaking of which my brother Tim, is a fireman and a youth pastor. He kind of feels the say way I do about firemen and youth. I am here to tell you I have no doubt that this story is true. Firemen, when they set there sights on something will go above and beyond of what is asked of them. If anyone knows a fireman, shake their hand and Tell them thanks. Hard work and little pay, these guys are awesome.

Back to the story, I love the title. "Don't tell God how big your storm is. Tell the storm, how big your God is." Just think about that statement for a while. Tell the storm how big your God is. Wow, that is just so simple. But if you are like me, the devil lies to you and he tries to make you think that your storms are so big, that there isn't any way out. God says He will never leave you or forsake you. He also says He will not make your storms so big that you cannot handle them.

Tim, Jeff, Ben, if you read this, I love you guys. Tell all the guys around the fire house to be safe and thanks for the work they do.

God bless,

Firemen are the best!

16 Comments:

At 9:10 PM, Blogger David Schantz said...

I have some friends that are fire fighters, a very special group of people.

God Bless America, God Save The Republic

 
At 9:26 PM, Blogger Voracious Reader said...

What a wonderful post. You made a cynic cry with that one.

 
At 9:42 PM, Blogger shannon said...

You made me cry, too, Joe. Thanks for those beautiful thoughts.

 
At 10:35 PM, Blogger JOE B said...

Yeah it made me cry too. What makes it so bad, I was at work. I wish I could take credit for the whole article but I did not write the original story. I tried to find out who wrote it but I was unable to. Maybe he or she will read this and let us know. Thanks for the kind words though.
God bless,
Joe

 
At 10:58 AM, Blogger PA said...

Joe, great story. My brother is a firemen and I can only hope he's half the man as the guys in this story.

Also, thanks for being such an encouragement to me as you've probably noticed how much fire I've been in lately.

 
At 4:19 PM, Blogger marie b. said...

would you be able to point me to a link confirming this story?

i hope i don't come across as being heartless, but this just smacks as overblown heart-string tugging to me, and not an actual event.

 
At 6:41 PM, Blogger JOE B said...

Marie,
I have been wondering this myself and have been looking. You are right some of these stories are to good to be true sometimes. I actually did find some proof that it IS a true story. I went to truthorfiction.com, then went to search and typed in "firemen and boy with cancer." It came up and it says it is true but some of the story has been added to to make it a little more interesting. But it is still a very good story.

Thanks for stopping by.
God bless, Joe

 
At 10:36 PM, Blogger karma said...

What a beautiful story. It brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for sharing ...

 
At 4:00 AM, Blogger David Schantz said...

I hope you'll stop by to answer my Question Of The Week

God Bless America, God Save The Republic

 
At 8:33 PM, Anonymous Kendra said...

this is such a great story, brings tears to my eyes. You have to love people like those fire men!

 
At 11:30 PM, Blogger JB said...

Joe,

Thanks for sharing a great story! From a former firefighter, GOD BLESS!

 
At 1:54 AM, Blogger Le laquet said...

Oh no! And I was wearing mascara ready for work!! And now I'm crying like a baby - thanks for the post!

 
At 10:40 AM, Anonymous Jerry said...

I get accused of being a crusty old coot, but this story was so touching. I've tears in my eyes too and had to close the door to my office. Thanks for sharing.

 
At 12:49 PM, Blogger The Light Fantastic said...

Thank-you. I needed to hear (read) that.

 
At 10:51 PM, Blogger tim said...

thanks brother, I have read this story before. I cryed then to.Being a youth pastor and Asst. Fire Chief all of this hits home and is close to may heart. God turly takes care of all of us when we need it. I needed that story today. It got me focused back on my calling and my job. I love you brother. Keep praying for me and my youth dept. My God bless you and keep you safe.

 
At 2:35 PM, Anonymous Angel said...

I came to visit and all you did was make me cry! :) I had never read that story before. It is very touching.

 

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