That's me. I lost my little brother two weeks ago. Best young Christian I knew. Baptized in 4th grade, led worship in church (no voice change yet). Baby faced little blond kid, pale unblemished face, twinkly blue eyes, 13 but looks 11, captained 7th grade boys basketball team. He's just a beaitiful kid on the inside out. He invited new students to sit with him during lunch and was always so generous with his time and money when it came to charity. He gave 75 dollars to Hurricane Katrina victims and couldn't buy something he wanted, but that was fine with him. I remember this one time when we were doing inner city missions, and he gave his jacket and socks to this sick old lady and they prayed together and she was healed. The Bible was open on his lap in the hospital when he died. A drunk driver hit him.
Simon Balthazar, 7/12/94 to 12/7/07. I lost a brother but gained an angel.
Christmas is coming. It won't be the same without him. It opens raw, painful wounds. I remember all those
2007-12-22
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