Along the way, there will be sorrows…
On September 6th of this year, my father unexpectedly passed away.
Heaven gained a giant.
In preparing his eulogy, the challenge of condensing 90 years into a couple of meaningful pages was considerable—especially when the man was a giant.
Though many of us attended his death, that last leg of the journey can only be taken with Jesus. I was awestruck—in the true sense of that word—by the powerful presence of God as Daddy went home. Peace and power filled the room. Jesus was there.
My mind was a flurry of thoughts, but one that sticks out still is how delighted God must have been at His son’s homecoming. Psalms 127 tells it like this: Precious in the eyes of the Lord is the death of His saints. Finally, God got to hold His faithful son in His arms. Finally, Daddy got to see his Lord face to face.
Daddy pastored faithfully for 70 years and was one of the humblest men I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. He touched the lives and hearts of everyone he ever knew and did so without seeming effort. Love, love, love was his guiding passion.
In the back of his address book, Daddy wrote: I have one legacy, to serve my Lord Jesus Christ.
My inheritance from him is the spiritual birthright, Daddy’s literal blessing to me, and his Bible. The afternoon of his passing, I sat in his rocking chair out on the lawn thumbing through its tattered pages. Brilliant sunlight filtered through the trees as I sat, reading his notes. How precious to me, and sweet. It now occupies a conspicuous place of honor in my home.
His funeral was well-attended, blessed, and honoring—just the way he’d have liked it. A video dedicated to him can be viewed at: http://youtu.be/A11_PseUYZQ. It’ll bless you.
Daddy, thanks for showing us how it’s done; for walking the talk, for holding the standard high, and for finishing well.
Love always from a grateful daughter.