Father to the Fatherless

In 1971, a seven year old boy was swimming in the pool of the Days Inn Motel in Orlando Florida. As he swam, a police officer walked up to him and asked, “Are you Hoy?” When I responded, the officer asked me to come with him. The short walk to his patrol car seems a faint memory now. At the time it signaled a major change in the direction that my life would take. I learned that the police had just arrested my mother for writing bad checks. I also learned that the
state of Florida would soon become my legal guardian.

My mother was convicted and began serving her sentence in a Florida women’s prison. I spent my childhood being raised by people that were not my family. My natural parents divorced while I was very young. And even after my mother’s imprisonment, I was not allowed to live with my natural father. I spent the next 8 years of my childhood in a children’s home and 4 different foster homes. Some of these were good and some were abusive. I attended 6 different elementary schools, three different middle schools and three different high schools.

During my seventh grade year of school, my mother was granted parole and was released from prison. As we were making arrangements to be reunited, she was arrested again for writing bad checks. I made an unusual request to the State. I asked them to remove my mother’s parental rights to me. After a series of IQ and Aptitude tests to determine my ability to make such a decision, the State granted my request.

The foster family that I was in at this time was very large. In addition to me, they had three girls of their own, two older adopted sons and two younger foster children. The family was very involved in their local church and I also became involved in the church and in the youth group. At 13 years old I accepted Christ into my heart as my personal savior.

During the summer following my 10th grade year in school and after 2 1/2 years in the same foster home, I was notified by the State of Florida that they were making some arrangements concerning my future. I was shocked because my foster parents told me previously that they planned to adopt me. They now told me that unfortunately they felt that I didn’t fit in their large family.

The State explained their decision. “Since it is nearly unheard-of for 15 year old boys to find adoptive parents, we decided that your best chance for the future was to become self-sufficient as soon as possible”. The State was arranging to enroll me in a special school in Georgia the following summer. There I would finish high school in 18 months. By the time I turned 18, I would be working and able to support myself.

As you can imagine, that is not the kind of news that 15 year old boys are accustomed to hearing. What would you have done in this situation? I can remember very clearly that despite the uncertain circumstances that I faced, God gave me peace about my future. He also gave me an overdose of determination.

I became determined to have a say in my own future. So after the initial shock wore off, I got involved. I called a lady named Angela Babcock. Angela’s son Wes and I had become close friends during my stay at a previous foster home. And despite my lack of any genuine parenting, and her position as a single parent to her own two children, Angela treated me like a son. She often comforted me during troubled times in my abusive foster home. We stayed in touch even after I left that foster home and moved to a new one.

As I spoke to Angela on the phone, I explained my predicament to her. I asked her if she might know someone who would like to adopt an “adorable” 15 year old son. To my amazement, she responded almost immediately that she worked with a man named Ed who just might be interested. She told me that he was very involved in Big Brothers and had even been recognized by the Governor as the Big Brother of the Year a few years earlier while he worked in Iowa. I didn’t say it at the time but I remember thinking, “Angela, I don’t really need a brother. What I need is a father.” I met Ed at the end of 10th grade. His last name was Grimm. We became very close to each other quickly. He adopted me that summer. Ed became the father that I had longed for since I lost mine to divorce.

It was through these events in my childhood that I learned three important things:

First, I was certain that I would end up in some sort of sales career. After all, my first sales job involved selling the potential in a hopeless kid to a prospective father.

Second, and this is the important one, God is Father to the Fatherless. You see, when that little boy sat alone in a police cruiser, Jesus was right there with him. Amid abusive and drunken foster parents, the words of the 23rd Psalm echoed in that little boys heart, “I will fear no evil for Thou art with me”. And when the World and the State were about to abandon him, Jesus whispered “I’ve got great plans for you” And when Edward Grimm died of cancer in 1989 and left behind his adopted son, God said, “I will never leave you or forsake you”

Last “I do not worry about what I can’t control”. Matthew 6:33 & 34 says “But seek first his Kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. God brought that frightened seven year old boy every step of the way from Orlando, Florida to Maryville, Tennessee. He is certainly capable of carrying me the rest of my days.

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