Today it happened...
The miracle with Mrs. Moskowitz continues to unfold, as once again the Lord has done far above all I could possibly ask or hope for (see Ephesians 3:20).
After weeks of prayer and seeking the Lord's guidance concerning His perfect timing, I went to the prison yard, got to a telephone, and called Neysa Moskowitz. We have already exchanged several letters. She asked me to call her. But I hadn't yet felt it was the right time to call her, though for the longest time I had dreamed of doing such a thing.
Ever since I became a Christian, I have prayed for the people I hurt by my past actions. I longed for the moment when, by some great miracle of God, I could actually speak with these hurting people and apologize to them, one by one. Now, after twenty-five years, my dream is becoming a reality, at least with one person.
At ten o'clock on this chilly Saturday morning, I dialed her number. Mrs. Moskowitz was home. I started crying and began apologizing as soon as she answered the phone. I told her how my heart went out to her, and she immediately responded with the words, "I forgive you."
We spoke for about twenty minutes, and Mrs. Moskowitz said she refuses to be angry anymore because the anger was poisoning her. We had a good conversation and shared a little about our lives. She also talked a lot about her deceased daughter Stacy. We shared many personal things and even had a few laughs, and then Mrs. Moskowitz insisted that I call her again. At the right time, I will. But for now, much healing has occurred for both of us.
D.B.
After weeks of prayer and seeking the Lord's guidance concerning His perfect timing, I went to the prison yard, got to a telephone, and called Neysa Moskowitz. We have already exchanged several letters. She asked me to call her. But I hadn't yet felt it was the right time to call her, though for the longest time I had dreamed of doing such a thing.
Ever since I became a Christian, I have prayed for the people I hurt by my past actions. I longed for the moment when, by some great miracle of God, I could actually speak with these hurting people and apologize to them, one by one. Now, after twenty-five years, my dream is becoming a reality, at least with one person.
At ten o'clock on this chilly Saturday morning, I dialed her number. Mrs. Moskowitz was home. I started crying and began apologizing as soon as she answered the phone. I told her how my heart went out to her, and she immediately responded with the words, "I forgive you."
We spoke for about twenty minutes, and Mrs. Moskowitz said she refuses to be angry anymore because the anger was poisoning her. We had a good conversation and shared a little about our lives. She also talked a lot about her deceased daughter Stacy. We shared many personal things and even had a few laughs, and then Mrs. Moskowitz insisted that I call her again. At the right time, I will. But for now, much healing has occurred for both of us.
D.B.