Miraculous

A few days a ago I was told a story about a man here in Richmond named Geronimo. A strange name for someone today, unless you were named by a couple of blunt smoking hippies. Well, his parents were not exactly hippies but they were into a life immersed in drug and alcohol abuse. His dad was also part of a well-known motorcycle gang called "Hell's Angels". Needless to say, Geronimo had a rough life.

One day, Geronimo's dad drove their family to a local bar (for some good clean family fun). The dad got out of the car, jumped on a motorcycle and told his family "you're on your own". Geronimo's dad left them to fend for themselves. His dad was the only source of income.

The hole gets deeper. With nowhere else to turn, Geronimo's mom was not only using drugs but, selling them. Geronimo was not even ten years of age when he saw his mother killed in cold blood before his very eyes.

As Geronimo grew older, his heart grew more calloused. Left to fend for himself, he was broke, homeless, and in a state of despair. He felt he had nothing left to live for. One day, he decided to go to pay a local minister a visit. While in the pastor's office Geronimo said, "Pastor, the moment I leave here, I am going to kill myself unless God shows me he is real."

The Pastor, at first stunned by the man's statement, tried to console him and convince him that God is real and that he shouldn't kill himself. But, Geronimo was not buying it. Geronimo repeated himself. "If God does not show me he is real today, I am going to kill myself".

With nothing left to say the bewildered pastor simply asked what the homeless man's name was. When the man said his name was Geronimo, the pastor was stunned. "Geronimo", the pastor uttered. That is the name of my son!

The father and son were reunited that day.

Today Geronimo is ministering to the youth of downtown Richmond