Saving Souls

My older brother Vaden recently went to be with the Lord.  When I was asked to preach at his funeral service, I began to think back on our lives together as brothers.  Precious memories flooded my mind.

 I was blessed to be born into a family with parents who really loved me and loved God with all of their hearts.  Vaden and I were the last children at home after our older brother Elmer and our sister Jewel got married, and we were especially close.

Growing up, I was a stutterer, and I was often the object of other children’s ridicule.  In the midst of that, Vaden became my protector and encourager.

The hardest day of my life was the day I started school.  The teacher called on me to say my name.  I stood up and tried to say Granville Oral Roberts, but the words choked in my throat—I couldn’t get them out.  The children and the teacher laughed at me, and when they did a terrible thing happened on the inside of me.

But my brother Vaden led me outside the school and said some prophetic words to me:  “Oral, some day you’ll talk and you won’t stutter.”  Not only did Vaden protect me from the bullies, but he constantly spoke words of life to my mind and heart.  He gave me something to hold on to.

At age 17 I was brought home from a basketball tournament in the final stages of tuberculosis.  My parents tenderly cared for me, and it was through their love and prayers that I came to accept Jesus as my Savior. 

Later Jewel spoke words that gave me hope.  She said, “Oral, God is going to heal you.”  Then Elmer drove me to a healing service in a borrowed car.  He had to carry me inside because I had lost the power to walk.