by Greg Wright, Father of Stephen Wright
It is 4:04 a.m. and I can't sleep. Who could. The cold and lifeless body of my son Steve lies in an isolated room at Vanderbilt, awaiting the pathologist's autopsy and transportation to Hartsville. Around 4:10 yesterday afternoon, February 8th, Steve joined some friends, riding his bicycle up and down a mound of dirt at a park in Hartsville. Although he was a veteran BMX rider, within ten minutes he was lying on his face on the asphalt in a pool of blood. From what the other kids told me, he landed on his head when he came off the dirt mound. A helicopter brought him to Vanderbilt, and they did the best they could, but they couldn't save him. It was his time to go. Steve, our only child, was thirteen years old.
But praise God he was ready for death. I was there when he did his "parent pressure" insincere profession of faith, but thankfully I was there two years ago when God truly moved on his heart, bringing him to true repentance and faith. I have no doubt that Stephen is in heaven, now, wondering what all of this fuss is about.
Meanwhile, we mourn. I'm okay. But please pray that I'll be sensitive and supportive of my wife and other relatives. Please pray also that Steve's well churched but unsaved friends will see this as a wake-up call and get serious about gettting right with God.
I don't know the funeral arrangements. I guess we'll figure that out sometime today.
I wrote a detailed account of Stephen's baptism from a couple of years ago, and I plan to read it at the funeral. I trust that God will use this as an instrument of his grace.
Please pray that God will be glorified and that souls will be saved during the next few days.
Sincerely,
Greg Wright
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