I went to the funeral of a man I have known for 16 years today. Still kind of in denial. He was one of the biggest hearted men I have ever known. He ran a Christian thrift store, and gave away more than he sold. He spent untold hours praying for people, talking them through problems, paying for motel rooms for them to stay in when they had no place to go, making huge Thanksgiving dinners and picking up the homeless and bringing them in to eat it. The local churches would send people in need to him instead of taking care of them themselves. He never turned anyone away, never counted the cost to himself.
He died Wednesday at 64 years of age in a second round of cancer. I wish I could say that I had the ability to walk in his shoes. After serving so many, so well, for so long, it was heartbreaking to see less than fifty people show up for his funeral, out of the absolutely thousands of lives he touched. Sometimes I just don't get it.
I guess the good news is he was with his Saviour today, and I spent a long road trip with the top down and the sun shining while I reminisced about him and prayed for him. In the end I suppose it was a good day. I will truly miss him, he was a very good man.
He died Wednesday at 64 years of age in a second round of cancer. I wish I could say that I had the ability to walk in his shoes. After serving so many, so well, for so long, it was heartbreaking to see less than fifty people show up for his funeral, out of the absolutely thousands of lives he touched. Sometimes I just don't get it.
I guess the good news is he was with his Saviour today, and I spent a long road trip with the top down and the sun shining while I reminisced about him and prayed for him. In the end I suppose it was a good day. I will truly miss him, he was a very good man.