I sat in the leather chair with my trembling hands holding the single sheet of paper. I didn’t understand. One more time I read the words, “The Last Will and Testament of Jesse G Goddard.”
Nearly all of my 52 years of life I’ve lived next door to “old man Goddard.” The man had always been the focus of name-calling and ridicule from us boys growing up in the neighborhood. We even made up jokes about him and his name. Frankly, I can’t ever remember speaking to the guy about anything serious or even kind. There were a few times my brothers and I would accidentally toss the baseball into his yard over the fence. I’d ask for his help and he’d toss the ball back to us. I might say “Thanks,” but that’s about as far as being nice ever went.
“Why did Mr Goddard pick me?” I asked the attorney behind the paper-buried desk. “Why would he give everything to me? What did I do to deserve this inheritance? Why would he be so kind? There must be someone else … someone else more worthy.”
All he would say is: “Mr Goddard willed it this way.”
God, who is rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, even when we were dead in trespasses, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved), and raised us up together, and made us sit together in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, that in the ages to come He might show the exceeding riches of His grace in His kindness toward us in Christ Jesus (Ephesians 2:4-7).