EbonyEyes
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Hi ladies,
Last Sunday at 5:30pm, my brother in Christ, Karlos was killed instantly after running into a brick wall on a highway. He was exactly 24 1/2 years old when he passed.
When my sister told me that Karlos had been killed, I cried so hard, I could hardly breathe. My roommates who heard me balling thought that a close relative of mine had died. He might as well have been a relative.
He accepted Christ as his personal savior and got baptized on December 19, 2004. Since then, my parents have been his mentors. My mother was the closest to him. He became the son she never had. One day when he was at our house, she even told him "The Lord is going to use you in a mighty way." He smiled and said "I know." He then told her "I love you" and she said "I love you too." My sister told me that when mom found out about his death, she cried and screamed as if one of her own children had died. My (step)father stayed pretty silent. But I could tell that his heart was broken.
He has left behind three beautiful daughters, two of which are identical twins, his best friend, his parents, his sister, and four brothers, one of which was his identical twin, Karl Jr.
I took his death extremely hard. He became the older brother I always wanted. When I found out his last name was Williams, my romantic self thought it was fate because my biological father's last name was Williams! *smile*
Anyway, this man was one of the sweetest guys I've ever met in my life. He showed love to everyone around him and had the gift of poetry and music. Soon after he became a Christian, he wrote a beautiful rap/poem expressing his love for God at the Easter play.
I was so proud of Karlos! He had made some mistakes in the past. He had been in jail, but he was trying to turn his life around. He lost his job after his job found out that he lied about not being convicted of a felony. But he tried until his last breath to live right for God.
There was something about him that drew people to him. Maybe it was his compassion...Maybe it was his abundant love for everyone, even people he didn't know. Whatever it was, I know that there will be no one like Karlos.
His funeral was just this past Saturday. Now, I prepared myself for meeting his identical twin. I didn't want to freak out when I saw someone that looked just like him. A woman at my church said she went to a funeral for one of her co-workers, gasped and almost passed out when she saw his identical twin. Nobody told her that he had a twin brother!
Anyway, my sister and I were going up the stairs and I saw his brother, Karl Jr., sitting on the stairs smoking a cigarette. When I saw him, I whispered "Oh my God..." When my sister said "What?", she looked up and saw what I saw.
I did not know what type of person Karl was and if he would accept my love and sympathies. But I went on ahead. I stood in front of him and he looked at me. He had the same beautiful green eyes that Karlos had but there was so much pain in them. I touched his face and then gave him a big hug. I asked him his name and that's when he told me his name was Karl Jr. I figured then that he was the older twin because he was named after his father. I told him that I didn't know Karlos very long but he was a great man and I loved him dearly. He said thank you and I kept hugging him for a while. Then my sister gave him a hug and then she started balling. Boy my sister loved her some Karlos!
Karlos' funeral was packed! There were well over 200 people in attendance. And it was obvious that he was loved. When the casket was closed for the the last time, cries broke out all around the sanctuary (mine included). His mother actually passed out. Even his boys were crying their eyes out.
But I felt relief when his father, Karl Sr, came up and answered a question that was burning on my mind. He said that he had a dream on September 1 where his son came to him and told him that he was fine and that God took his spirit up before impact. I thanked God that Karlos did not feel any pain.
Karlos' aunt then came up to read the scripture. But before she did that, she had a little talk with us. But I could tell that she was speaking to Karl Jr in particular. She told him that he needed to change his life around (I figured he was the wilder twin) and give his life to Christ. That God would provide all of his needs according to his riches in glory. And if he walked with God, then when he left his Earth, he would be reunited with Karlos and they would never part from each other again.
Things are starting to make a little more sense to me now. Exactly a week before his death, the drama ministry put on a play where a mother and her daughter were in a car crash due to a drunk driver. Her daughter died. After screaming "Why!?" over and over, Jesus came over to her and picked her up and comforted her. That play touched so many. The lady who wrote the skit told my mother (people tend to confide in my mom!) that the Lord gave her the play idea in a dream and she got up and wrote it down immediately. I think the Lord was preparing Karlos' church family for his death.
I told God that I knew that he does not make mistakes. But at first, I did not understand why Karlos had to be taken from us the way he was. I believe wholeheartedly that Karlos' life and death will have a profound and positive effect on the family and friends he had that are not saved. I believe that many of his unsaved loved ones will come to Christ. Maybe not today, but it's going to happen.
My mom said that the Lord would use Karlos in a mighty way and I believe that it's in the works right now.
I wanted to tell you guys about this wonderful man I knew. He loved the Lord, he loved his daughters, he loved his family, and he loved his friends. I know that he is with the Lord right now and will be getting the mansion that Jesus promised all of us!
It will take a while for the pain in me to subside. I was in church today and I cried about four times. But the Holy Spirit is comforting me. Karlos did his work for the Lord and I have to continue doing my work for the Lord. And when my work is done, the Lord will take me to him where I will see Karlos again.
Thanks ladies for reading. I hope this story touched you in some way.
Last Sunday at 5:30pm, my brother in Christ, Karlos was killed instantly after running into a brick wall on a highway. He was exactly 24 1/2 years old when he passed.
When my sister told me that Karlos had been killed, I cried so hard, I could hardly breathe. My roommates who heard me balling thought that a close relative of mine had died. He might as well have been a relative.
He accepted Christ as his personal savior and got baptized on December 19, 2004. Since then, my parents have been his mentors. My mother was the closest to him. He became the son she never had. One day when he was at our house, she even told him "The Lord is going to use you in a mighty way." He smiled and said "I know." He then told her "I love you" and she said "I love you too." My sister told me that when mom found out about his death, she cried and screamed as if one of her own children had died. My (step)father stayed pretty silent. But I could tell that his heart was broken.
He has left behind three beautiful daughters, two of which are identical twins, his best friend, his parents, his sister, and four brothers, one of which was his identical twin, Karl Jr.
I took his death extremely hard. He became the older brother I always wanted. When I found out his last name was Williams, my romantic self thought it was fate because my biological father's last name was Williams! *smile*
Anyway, this man was one of the sweetest guys I've ever met in my life. He showed love to everyone around him and had the gift of poetry and music. Soon after he became a Christian, he wrote a beautiful rap/poem expressing his love for God at the Easter play.
I was so proud of Karlos! He had made some mistakes in the past. He had been in jail, but he was trying to turn his life around. He lost his job after his job found out that he lied about not being convicted of a felony. But he tried until his last breath to live right for God.
There was something about him that drew people to him. Maybe it was his compassion...Maybe it was his abundant love for everyone, even people he didn't know. Whatever it was, I know that there will be no one like Karlos.
His funeral was just this past Saturday. Now, I prepared myself for meeting his identical twin. I didn't want to freak out when I saw someone that looked just like him. A woman at my church said she went to a funeral for one of her co-workers, gasped and almost passed out when she saw his identical twin. Nobody told her that he had a twin brother!
Anyway, my sister and I were going up the stairs and I saw his brother, Karl Jr., sitting on the stairs smoking a cigarette. When I saw him, I whispered "Oh my God..." When my sister said "What?", she looked up and saw what I saw.
I did not know what type of person Karl was and if he would accept my love and sympathies. But I went on ahead. I stood in front of him and he looked at me. He had the same beautiful green eyes that Karlos had but there was so much pain in them. I touched his face and then gave him a big hug. I asked him his name and that's when he told me his name was Karl Jr. I figured then that he was the older twin because he was named after his father. I told him that I didn't know Karlos very long but he was a great man and I loved him dearly. He said thank you and I kept hugging him for a while. Then my sister gave him a hug and then she started balling. Boy my sister loved her some Karlos!
Karlos' funeral was packed! There were well over 200 people in attendance. And it was obvious that he was loved. When the casket was closed for the the last time, cries broke out all around the sanctuary (mine included). His mother actually passed out. Even his boys were crying their eyes out.
But I felt relief when his father, Karl Sr, came up and answered a question that was burning on my mind. He said that he had a dream on September 1 where his son came to him and told him that he was fine and that God took his spirit up before impact. I thanked God that Karlos did not feel any pain.
Karlos' aunt then came up to read the scripture. But before she did that, she had a little talk with us. But I could tell that she was speaking to Karl Jr in particular. She told him that he needed to change his life around (I figured he was the wilder twin) and give his life to Christ. That God would provide all of his needs according to his riches in glory. And if he walked with God, then when he left his Earth, he would be reunited with Karlos and they would never part from each other again.
Things are starting to make a little more sense to me now. Exactly a week before his death, the drama ministry put on a play where a mother and her daughter were in a car crash due to a drunk driver. Her daughter died. After screaming "Why!?" over and over, Jesus came over to her and picked her up and comforted her. That play touched so many. The lady who wrote the skit told my mother (people tend to confide in my mom!) that the Lord gave her the play idea in a dream and she got up and wrote it down immediately. I think the Lord was preparing Karlos' church family for his death.
I told God that I knew that he does not make mistakes. But at first, I did not understand why Karlos had to be taken from us the way he was. I believe wholeheartedly that Karlos' life and death will have a profound and positive effect on the family and friends he had that are not saved. I believe that many of his unsaved loved ones will come to Christ. Maybe not today, but it's going to happen.
My mom said that the Lord would use Karlos in a mighty way and I believe that it's in the works right now.
I wanted to tell you guys about this wonderful man I knew. He loved the Lord, he loved his daughters, he loved his family, and he loved his friends. I know that he is with the Lord right now and will be getting the mansion that Jesus promised all of us!
It will take a while for the pain in me to subside. I was in church today and I cried about four times. But the Holy Spirit is comforting me. Karlos did his work for the Lord and I have to continue doing my work for the Lord. And when my work is done, the Lord will take me to him where I will see Karlos again.
Thanks ladies for reading. I hope this story touched you in some way.
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