I've Seen & Heard of Jesus: A Spiritual Autobiography

I've Seen & Heard of Jesus: A Spiritual Autobiography

by Frances M. Meservy

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I've Seen & Heard of Jesus: A Spiritual Autobiography by Frances M. Meservy

God was with me when my uncle molested me as a small child, when my dad died, when I went through being unequally yoked, when I lost a child and almost losing another, when I encountered prejudices during Vietnam era, when I experienced racial riot, when our house burned down, when I encountered a horrible auto accident, when I went to a mission field in KS, when I suffered breast cancer, when I faced danger from gangs, when I had a catastrophic stroke, and when I experienced normal things in between. He never left me nor did he forsake me. He has always been my rock.

This book shows what has happened to me and what Jesus showed me and how you can apply scripture, doctrine, and biblical principles to your everyday life.

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ISBN-13: 9781546204688
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 08/31/2017
Pages: 540
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 1.20(d)

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CHAPTER 1

Getting to Know Jesus

Mat 19:14 But Jesus said, "Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven."

My Mother/Homemaker

Mom was the biggest influence in my life. She practiced what she preached and never asked anyone to do anything she was not willing to do herself. She is a tough yet loving lady. If she told us she was going to do something, you could count on it. I think I admire her more than anyone else on this earth.

She taught me how to live, love, cook, clean, sew, iron, cut hair, garden and how to survive. She made us feel rich when we had little or no money.

I grew up with the attitude that if someone thought I could do something I would jump right in and try. Ninety nine percent of the time I found that I could do whatever was asked of me. If I failed in what I tried to do, it was not considered the end of the world. Mom's attitude was to either try again or in some cases "Well, we won't do that again." I naturally picked up her attitude.

When Dad decided to raise our own beef, Mom went to work with a butcher (for free) and learned how to cut up meat. We always had tender meat.

Mom was our shinning example. She did not send us to church, she took us. She didn't tell us to be kind, well mannered or polite. She was kind, well mannered and polite.

Mamma was always helping someone when they needed it; but she was the busiest in 1957-58 during the Asian flue pandemic. According to history about 2 million people died worldwide. This was a very dangerous flue.

If Mamma knew of anyone who had the flue, she would be there to help the family. Prepare food and take care of whole families who were down with the flue.

She was rocking a sick baby and the child's sick Mamma said, "Sue you keep going around helping all these sick people and you are going to get this flue too." Mamma replied, "God will take care of me and my family."

No one in our family ever had a cold, must less the flue." Her faith always carried the day. Her example showed us that if we were doing what God wanted us to do, He would be there for us and protect us.

When we asked her for permission to do something, she would ask us, "What would Jesus do?" Or "Would Jesus do that?" It always made us think.

When our Dad died, he had enough insurance to pay for his funeral and pay the house & car off. Mom signed up for social security for us kids. She got a check each month until we graduated from High School. We got a free lunch card each month for school. Mom grew and sold things to augment her income. Some people thought we were rich. Mom was just good at handling money and we never went without.

After Dad died, she went to work with an electrician and learned how to wire a house. She wired our house and the electrician signed off on it. Then she went to work with a plumber and installed water pipes and gas lines. Later she decided she wanted fancy cabinets in her kitchen. She worked with a cabinetmaker and then built the cabinets and installed them.

Within a year after Dad died, we had running water, an indoor bathroom, gas for heating and cooking, electric lights, doors between the rooms, and an attic fan.

This taught us that can't never could do anything. It also taught us how to learn and accomplish things. All you had to do was want to bad enough.

When I was 12, she sat me down and explained about puberty and how my body would change and what to expect. She explained that sex was a holy union between a husband and wife and that it was not dirty. Even though there were boys and men out there that would try to make it dirty, I should not listen to them.

She told me how boys would try to get me to have sex with them and different tactics they would use to try and smooth talk me into what they wanted. She taught me not to put myself in a compromising place and how to dress and act. She taught me how to wear makeup so it looked natural. But most of all, she showed me I could talk to her about anything and everything. No mater what happened, she was always there for me.

When I started dating, she asked me to think about where we were going and what time I thought I should be home. I would figure out where we were going to go and how long it would take and then give an answer. Most of the time 10 PM was the time. We discussed everything and we kids were included in the decision making process. This taught us how to make wise decisions and to think for ourselves.

Mom trusted us and was merciful to us when we goofed; therefore, we became trust worthy.

If we needed a spanking, we got one. Most of the time, we were left sitting on the porch for an hour to think about what we did while she decided what she was going to do to punish us. Honestly, that time on the porch was worse than any punishment we ever received. Our imaginations just ran wild.

Mom played board games with us. We have been known to keep a monopoly game going for weeks. We would come home from school, do our chores, get our homework done, eat supper, listen to a radio show (before 1955 or watch a show on TV (after we got a TV in 1955), and play a game till bedtime. We were taught that games were for fun and losing was not bad.

In the spring we planted and in the fall we harvested. During the summer and winter, she played baseball with us and when we were in Jr. High she got us a basketball goal and played basketball with us. She taught us to know the seasons in life and how to use them.

She inspired me to trust Jesus with everything, taught me to watch for God's hand in all things, proper manners, how to take care of myself and how to act. She is the wisest person I know.

Eccl 9:17 The quiet words of the wise are more to be heeded than the shouts of a ruler of fools.

Phil 4:13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

Prov 10:13 Wisdom is found on the lips of him who has understanding, ...

Eccl 3:1-8 To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, And a time to die; A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted; A time to kill, And a time to heal; A time to break down, And a time to build up; A time to weep, And a time to laugh; A time to mourn, And a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing; A time to gain, And a time to lose; A time to keep, And a time to throw away; A time to tear, And a time to sew; A time to keep silence, And a time to speak, A time to love, And a time to hate; A time of war, And a time of peace.

1 Pet 4:8-11 And above all things have fervent love for one another, for "love will cover a multitude of sins." Be hospitable to one another without grumbling. As each one has received a gift, minister it to one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. If anyone speaks, let him speak as the oracles of God. If anyone ministers, let him do it as with the ability which God supplies, that in all things God may be glorified through Jesus Christ, to whom belong the glory and the dominion forever and ever. Amen

Red

My first memory is walking in a big ditch between a train trestle and a highway with a red dog that was bigger than me.

When I asked my Mom about it, she said I was about 22 months old. She had let me play in the fenced back yard with red (our dog). Our dog and I dug a hole under the fence and crawled under.

A neighbor found us in the ditch several miles away. Our dog would nudge me back into the ditch if I started to go toward the tracks or road. She asked me where I was going and I told her I was going to Beaumont to see my Dad at work. I was going in the right direction.

2 Th 3:3 But the Lord is faithful, who will establish you and guard you from the evil one.

The Big Porch

My second memory is a large wrap around covered porch on the back of a white house. I was sitting on the edge of the porch, kicking my feet and watching horses play in the field behind the house. I was extremely happy.

After I was grown Mom and I passed a large white house that was on top of the hill from where I grew up. I told her what I remembered and asked if we ever lived in that house.

She was surprised I remembered because I was only two years old when we lived there. She said we lived there for a few months while she and Daddy built our house on the creek at the bottom of the hill.

She said that was my favorite thing to do when we lived there.

Baptist/Catholic Chickens

We lived on a farm in Buna, Texas about five miles out of town and our nearest neighbors were about two miles away. Needless to say, at the age of three, 1946, I didn't see other children very often.

I fell in love with Jesus about this time and felt compelled to talk about Him. Since there were no people around, I told our mule, cats, dogs, bull, cows, pigs, goat, ducks, and chickens. After I told them about Jesus, I decided they should be baptized. So, I started baptizing the chickens in a number 3 washtub.

My mom almost had a heart attack when she saw what I was doing. She said I could sprinkle them but no longer could I dunk them. That was fine by me, I was getting all scratched up dunking them. I sprinkled all the animals on our farm in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit in Jesus name.

Some of our chickens are Baptist and the rest must be Catholic. I believe that all the animals will be in Heaven.

Since animals don't put you down or talk back, I had no inhibitions when talking about Jesus and thoroughly enjoyed doing so. It became a habit to season my conversation with Jesus.

In hindsight I realize that God made me a people person and trained me to be a missionary. That's why I don't see anything wrong with talking to animals and feel compelled to tell everyone and everything about Jesus. Our Lord works in mysterious ways to train us for his service.

Gen. 9:5 And for your lifeblood I will surely demand an accounting. I will demand an accounting from every animal. And from each man, too, I will demand an accounting for the life of his fellow man.

Mark 16:15-16 And He said to them, "Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature. He who believes and is baptized will be saved; but he who does not believe will be condemned.

Isa 64:8 But now, O Lord, You are our father, We are the clay and you our potter; and All we are the work of your hands.

Grandma

My grandmother, Sally Howell, came to stay with us off and on. Such was the case when I was 5 years old, 1948.

Grandma was not a Christian and wanted nothing to do with church or God. She dipped snuff and cursed a lot. She had hated my Mom since she was born and had always made her life miserable whenever possible. Mom was also the child she asked for when she was in need of help.

From what I know of Grandma, she was a heathen. But I was her favorite grandchild and she visited as often as possible.

Our church (Karo Springs Freewill Baptist - consisting of about 25 families) was located on a dirt road in the middle of the Big Thicket forest. It was located about 1/8 mile from a natural spring.

There was a trail where we could walk down to the springs and get a drink of water. Several kinds of huge trees grew all around the church where we often had dinner on the ground.

Since there was no electricity out that far, we used hurricane lamps and had an out door toilet. Wood lift up shutters were hinged over screens. The shutters were closed in the winter and open in the spring, summer and fall.

Reverend Young was our pastor and anyone was allowed to lead the singing, even us kids. For country folks, church was one of the only times we got to see other people. Since I loved people and loved learning about Jesus, I hated to miss church.

When I was five, there was a virus going around that attacked the neck muscles. Almost everyone in Buna had it. I woke up on Sunday morning with the muscles in my neck tight and in really bad pain.

Grandma said I should stay home with her and skip church. I wanted to go to church and started begging. Mom said I probably should stay home. I started crying (unusual for me) and Mom relented, "If Frances wants to go that bad, she can go."

Grandma decided that she would go with us to keep an eye on me.

After the services, I went up to Bro. Young tugged on his coattail and asked him to pray for God to heal my neck. He took me over to a chair and we knelt down. He put his hand on my neck and said, "Lord Jesus please heal Frances' neck." I was instantly healed, thanked Jesus and ran outside to play.

What I didn't realize was that the adults in the church started crying. Some were crying because they hadn't believed that God was still in the healing business (they did now) and some accepted Jesus, including my grandmother. One of Mom's friends was crying in her truck. Mom asked her why. She said, "I don't have enough faith to be healed; but a little child does."

From that day on, my grandmother quit cursing, quit dipping snuff and would set me in her lap each day to read the Bible. By the time I was 6, I could read. By the time I was 7, I had the whole word of God in me.

I didn't understand a whole lot of the Bible. For instance: In the book of John, it says I will be in you and you will be in me and we will be in each other. To a 5-year-old child, that sounded like there was going to be a big gob of people in God in heaven. The picture I had in my brain was a hug ball of people with arms and legs sticking out everywhere, rolling around heaven and all talking at once. I decided that heaven was very noisy.

There was another place where the Bible said "no heat will rest on you." I thought that I was going to freeze in Heaven.

After I was older, I understood these verses.

James 5:14 - 15 Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer of faith will save the sick, and the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven.

Mat 18:2-5 Then Jesus called a little child to Him, set him in the midst of them, and said, "Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven. "Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. "Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me.

Lots Of Pets

Mom raised chickens for eggs and fryers. The chickens that didn't lay eggs became fryers or roasting hens. She sold milk, butter, buttermilk, eggs and fryers to pay off our land and house.

She would go out to the hen house after dark when the chickens were roosting in the overhead rafters and grab the ones to dress out and sell.

I had a pet hen and she always made sure she did not bother my hen. But, after about two years of having chickens squawk around her when Mom would grab them by the legs, my hen had a heart attack and died.

We found a baby raccoon in the woods whose Mom had been killed. Mom let us take it home and bottle-feed it. He was a great pet. We thought.

Our raccoon had the run of the house. Problem was he also would go in the icebox and get whatever he wanted to eat. One day he was raiding the icebox and Mom fussed at him and told him he couldn't do that any more. He got really mad and started throwing dishes.

By the time Mom got him into a cage outside, she didn't have many dishes left.

We had a number of dogs and cats during my growing up years. None of the animals were ever allowed in the house after the raccoon incident.

We didn't have many toys (a doll for me & cap guns for the boys); but, we sure had lots of animals to play with. I didn't realize until I was grown that I grew up in a petting zoo. We loved it.

I would pop my doll's head off (rubber) and then we would get a stick and play baseball. When we got through playing ball, I would pop the doll's head back on.

We had chores to do each day. Gather eggs, help feed and water the animals, help milk the cows, help wash and iron the clothes, help clean the house and help work in the field. We didn't mind because Mom made it fun. She was always right there working with us and she made a game out of it.

Mom had moved so much when she was a child that she wanted us kids to be able to go to school in the same place. She and Dad decided they would not move until the last child graduated.

Just about the time Mom paid the farm off, she saw Dad walking around with a strange man showing him the farm. She knew he was selling it.

When they came in, she offered them cake and coffee. The man said, "Well I guess I just bought me a farm." Mom asked him if he knew what all came with the farm. He named off the house, barn, livestock, etc. Mom said, "Did Mac tell you there is a wife and three kids that go with the farm?"

The man left and Dad laughed. He never tried to sell the farm again.

Prov 31:26 - 29 She opens her mouth with wisdom, And on her tongue is the law of kindness. She watches over the ways of her household, And does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; Her husband also, and he praises her: "Many daughters have done well, But you excel them all."

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements, xi,
Bibliography, xiii,
About Fran, xv,
About AL, xvii,
Preface, xix,
Chapter 1: Getting to Know Jesus, 1,
Chapter 2: On My Own, 41,
Chapter 3: Unequally Yoked, 74,
Chapter 4: A Lamp Unto Our Feet, 163,
Chapter 5: Learning to Lean, 198,
Chapter 6: Mission Field, 314,
Chapter 7: Retirement, 496,

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