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Sunday, January 6. 2013

It Is Well

It is Well With My Soul


A dear church brother died Christmas week, an older guy and friend of over 20 years. A fellow who embodied the notion that Christianity is caught, not taught, because his joy, peace, manly innocence of heart, and love, were contagious.


As far as he was concerned, whoever he met was a child of God. Even me. Did not care about your flaws. This is not funeral exaggeration. I have never known a man quite like him. Some people are selected to be the "angels" - the messengers - not by preaching but by being what and who they are. Coffee hour will never be the same for me.


Church packed to the rafters, violating all fire laws, with all of the people Christ touched through this humble, gentle man who also, but secondarily, happened to be a very successful corporate exec and the author of at least ten books. Even when ill unto death, he only wanted to make you feel better. He knew about loss. In his medical travails, he only wanted to be the comforter.


We sang his favorite hymn at his memorial service yesterday. The story behind that hymn is on this Youtube. Lyrics here.


RIP, dear buddy.


 


Posted by Bird Dog in Music at 05:08 | Comments (6) | Trackbacks (0)

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Sorry to hear the sad news, BD. A soul passes, and a whole cosmos goes along.
#1 buddy larsen on 2013-01-06 08:24 (Reply)
hey bird dog, can you provide a link to his obituary? thank you.
#2 brobro on 2013-01-06 11:38 (Reply)
Yeah, sounds like Pastor George at the little church I used to attend. Always smiling and never a harsh word for anyone. The world is a darker place for his passing. Condolences on your loss.
#3 Teri Pittman on 2013-01-06 11:51 (Reply)
A lovely eulogy for a man you were fortunate to have known. God bless you both.
#4 Estoy Listo on 2013-01-06 12:49 (Reply)
He sounds like my grandfather. I am fortunate and blessed to have known such a man as the one you described. I hope I can pass it on as well as my grandfather passed it on to me.
#5 Jewel (Link) on 2013-01-06 14:07 (Reply)
God bless him and keep him always.
#6 vanderleun on 2013-01-06 21:19 (Reply)

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