so when his dad began hollering at his tiny, soft spoken Cherokee mother, the child could see and hear everything.
There was no reasoning with the Indian man that night, and as he screamed unfounded accusations at his wife, he
reached for the big heavy iron rod that the family used for a fire poker. In a drunken stupor he wielded it through the
air and connected with his wife's head. The little boy, already terrified at the scene, screamed in horror as the blood
literally gushed from the woman's head. She laid helpless and seemingly dead on the bare wooden floor before him.
James mother was the most precious thing in all the world to him, and at the sight of the blood he threw himself across
her body, fearing the worst, that she was dead.
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" he screamed at his father, who didn't even seem to understand the seriousness of
what he'd just done. Each time the little boy spoke the words, it came out with growing vengeance.
Something happened inside of him at that moment. A bitterness and anger entered his heart that never left him. James
vowed at that young age that we would live for only one thing--to get big enough to kill his own father for what he'd
done to his mother.
By some divine miracle, Mary Elizabeth Pepper did not die, but her recovery was very slow. There was no such thing
as blood transfusions in those days in the tiny town in Missouri. But upon her recovery, she understandably left the
home to move in with one of her older sons, and James, youngest of ten children seldom saw her again.
But James' troubles were just beginning. He was in and out of trouble with the law, thrown in jail numerous times for
stealing, but he was always let go because he was a minor. An older brother once said of him "He was the meanest
little kid I ever knew". Frequently picked on by other kids, he nearly sliced a guy's hand off one time to get him to leave
him alone.
James never went past the eighth grade in school, and spent his days helping take care of the little tobacco farm,
where he got all the tobacco and home made wine he wanted---stolen behind his dad's back, of course.
By the time he was seventeen, misery and hatred were his constant companions, the day came when hopelessness
consumed him and he thought of little else but ending his own life. It wasn't a matter of "if" but of "how".
He'd lost count of the times he'd wondered about a place he'd heard about called heaven, where it was totally
peaceful, where everybody loved each other and no one ever went without food. He questioned, "Could there really be
such a place"? If there was, he pondered, why not end it all and get out of the miserable life and go there. Her
wondered if there really was a Great Spirit and what he was like. He knew nothing about a god or religion except for
the little bit that he'd seen as his father performed some types of Indian rituals out by a tree in the yard. He'd never
been to a white man's church or read a white man's Bible.
It was in one of those pensive, desperate moments that he sat all alone in the wooden shack on a stool at the table.
Laid out before were his hunting knife, a shiny new revolver and some poison. Among all the other questions that ran
thru his mind, he was trying to decide which of these was the quickest and most painless ways to do away with himself,
when suddenly…..
As he looked up at the wall in front of him there stood a man he's never seen before clothed in pure white. Before
James could open his mouth the man held his finger up to his lips as though to say, "Don't say anything". Then he
spoke, "I've come to answer your questions" and he motioned, Follow me".
The last thing James remembered at that moment was beginning to stand when the walls of that two room shack rolled
back and the teenager found himself following the white robed man into a garden. The man kneeled before a rock and
began to pray. Within moments, soldiers appeared, grabbing the man and forcibly taking him away.
The young Indian boy continued to follow this stranger and watched as he was whipped and beaten mercilessly, then
finally nailed to a wooden cross. James found himself at the foot of that cross weeping and sobbing as the blood
flowed from the man's hands and feet. He looked up at this kind individual, and somehow inside himself, he knew that
this stranger on the cross was the Son Of God. Just like he sobbed when he was a little boy laying in a pool of his
mother's blood, he looked helplessly up at this man and cried out, "Why did you let them do this to you"? From the
cross the dying man looked down at James and said, "For you"!
With that, suddenly, James was back in the kitchen of the little shack, still weeping like a child. He sat for the longest
time thinking about what he'd just seen and hear, when he realized The Stranger was standing before him once again
clothed in glowing white garments. When James looked at him the man spoke, "Though your sins were as scarlet they
have been made white as snow". Then He disappeared.
In that moment it was like a thousand pounds were lifted off James' shoulder and every ounce of the hatred and anger
and bitterness that had been his constant companions for so long instantly disappeared. He had never felt so free. He
glanced down at the items sitting on the table before him, which included his cigarettes, alcohol and gambling cards,
and a voice behind him said, "I guess you won't be needing those things anymore".
The voice was so real James turned to see if his father had entered the room, but no one was there. Then he realized
it was the voice of the man clothed in white. "No, I guess I won't", and with that he threw the cigarettes, the cards, and
the alcohol away and never touched them again!
EVEN THE MULES KNEW THE DIFFERENCE
James; life was forever changed that day! Even the old mules that he plowed with knew it. It was in the days when
farmers walked behind the plows, holding the wooden handles, and throwing the leather straps guiding the mules over
their shoulders and around their necks. Whenever the old plows would hit a stump or a big rock, the jolt would throw
them over the plow and under the feet of the mules. For many years as he'd been farming, when that would happen,
James would began to rant and cuss and come up screaming and beating the mules as if it was their fault.
The first time James plowed after his life changing experience, he ended up under the feet of the mules once again,
and he could see their hides begin to quiver. They were poised for the usual beating. But James quietly stood to his
feet, dusted himself off and said, "Well, praise God"! And the two old mules literally turned their heads and looked at
him as though in disbelief. Even the mules knew he was changed!
It wasn't until later James received a Bible and as he search the Word he read about the very scenes he had walked
through by vision himself. In utter amazement he read the story of the crucifixion of the Son of God. He had been
there! It was then learned the Stranger's name was Jesus. Jesus Christ Son of the Living God!
There was no reasoning with the Indian man that night, and as he screamed unfounded accusations at his wife, he
reached for the big heavy iron rod that the family used for a fire poker. In a drunken stupor he wielded it through the
air and connected with his wife's head. The little boy, already terrified at the scene, screamed in horror as the blood
literally gushed from the woman's head. She laid helpless and seemingly dead on the bare wooden floor before him.
James mother was the most precious thing in all the world to him, and at the sight of the blood he threw himself across
her body, fearing the worst, that she was dead.
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" he screamed at his father, who didn't even seem to understand the seriousness of
what he'd just done. Each time the little boy spoke the words, it came out with growing vengeance.
Something happened inside of him at that moment. A bitterness and anger entered his heart that never left him. James
vowed at that young age that we would live for only one thing--to get big enough to kill his own father for what he'd
done to his mother.
By some divine miracle, Mary Elizabeth Pepper did not die, but her recovery was very slow. There was no such thing
as blood transfusions in those days in the tiny town in Missouri. But upon her recovery, she understandably left the
home to move in with one of her older sons, and James, youngest of ten children seldom saw her again.
But James' troubles were just beginning. He was in and out of trouble with the law, thrown in jail numerous times for
stealing, but he was always let go because he was a minor. An older brother once said of him "He was the meanest
little kid I ever knew". Frequently picked on by other kids, he nearly sliced a guy's hand off one time to get him to leave
him alone.
James never went past the eighth grade in school, and spent his days helping take care of the little tobacco farm,
where he got all the tobacco and home made wine he wanted---stolen behind his dad's back, of course.
By the time he was seventeen, misery and hatred were his constant companions, the day came when hopelessness
consumed him and he thought of little else but ending his own life. It wasn't a matter of "if" but of "how".
He'd lost count of the times he'd wondered about a place he'd heard about called heaven, where it was totally
peaceful, where everybody loved each other and no one ever went without food. He questioned, "Could there really be
such a place"? If there was, he pondered, why not end it all and get out of the miserable life and go there. Her
wondered if there really was a Great Spirit and what he was like. He knew nothing about a god or religion except for
the little bit that he'd seen as his father performed some types of Indian rituals out by a tree in the yard. He'd never
been to a white man's church or read a white man's Bible.
It was in one of those pensive, desperate moments that he sat all alone in the wooden shack on a stool at the table.
Laid out before were his hunting knife, a shiny new revolver and some poison. Among all the other questions that ran
thru his mind, he was trying to decide which of these was the quickest and most painless ways to do away with himself,
when suddenly…..
As he looked up at the wall in front of him there stood a man he's never seen before clothed in pure white. Before
James could open his mouth the man held his finger up to his lips as though to say, "Don't say anything". Then he
spoke, "I've come to answer your questions" and he motioned, Follow me".
The last thing James remembered at that moment was beginning to stand when the walls of that two room shack rolled
back and the teenager found himself following the white robed man into a garden. The man kneeled before a rock and
began to pray. Within moments, soldiers appeared, grabbing the man and forcibly taking him away.
The young Indian boy continued to follow this stranger and watched as he was whipped and beaten mercilessly, then
finally nailed to a wooden cross. James found himself at the foot of that cross weeping and sobbing as the blood
flowed from the man's hands and feet. He looked up at this kind individual, and somehow inside himself, he knew that
this stranger on the cross was the Son Of God. Just like he sobbed when he was a little boy laying in a pool of his
mother's blood, he looked helplessly up at this man and cried out, "Why did you let them do this to you"? From the
cross the dying man looked down at James and said, "For you"!
With that, suddenly, James was back in the kitchen of the little shack, still weeping like a child. He sat for the longest
time thinking about what he'd just seen and hear, when he realized The Stranger was standing before him once again
clothed in glowing white garments. When James looked at him the man spoke, "Though your sins were as scarlet they
have been made white as snow". Then He disappeared.
In that moment it was like a thousand pounds were lifted off James' shoulder and every ounce of the hatred and anger
and bitterness that had been his constant companions for so long instantly disappeared. He had never felt so free. He
glanced down at the items sitting on the table before him, which included his cigarettes, alcohol and gambling cards,
and a voice behind him said, "I guess you won't be needing those things anymore".
The voice was so real James turned to see if his father had entered the room, but no one was there. Then he realized
it was the voice of the man clothed in white. "No, I guess I won't", and with that he threw the cigarettes, the cards, and
the alcohol away and never touched them again!
EVEN THE MULES KNEW THE DIFFERENCE
James; life was forever changed that day! Even the old mules that he plowed with knew it. It was in the days when
farmers walked behind the plows, holding the wooden handles, and throwing the leather straps guiding the mules over
their shoulders and around their necks. Whenever the old plows would hit a stump or a big rock, the jolt would throw
them over the plow and under the feet of the mules. For many years as he'd been farming, when that would happen,
James would began to rant and cuss and come up screaming and beating the mules as if it was their fault.
The first time James plowed after his life changing experience, he ended up under the feet of the mules once again,
and he could see their hides begin to quiver. They were poised for the usual beating. But James quietly stood to his
feet, dusted himself off and said, "Well, praise God"! And the two old mules literally turned their heads and looked at
him as though in disbelief. Even the mules knew he was changed!
It wasn't until later James received a Bible and as he search the Word he read about the very scenes he had walked
through by vision himself. In utter amazement he read the story of the crucifixion of the Son of God. He had been
there! It was then learned the Stranger's name was Jesus. Jesus Christ Son of the Living God!
| Washed White as Snow As written by Becky Fischer from her Grandfather's taped testimony to Listen Click Here>>>> He'd come home drunk again, cursing and yelling. Six year old James had seen him like that many times before. But this time it was different. Somehow his dad seemed angrier than usual, and he was just being plain mean. There weren't many places to hide in that two room wooden shack |
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