At the beginning of the week I got news about the death of a really good friend. Actually, he was my dad’s friend but he was also mine. He was like a father to me and took interest in what went on in my life. He was the one I could talk to when my dad was being difficult.
He had been valiantly fighting cancer for a couple of years now. The harrowing thing about cancer was that it actually looked as though he was winning the fight. He would get better for months and then go into remission. I lived in a different country so I did not have to face the daily annihilation of hope like his wife did. Still, my family and I along with so many other children of God across the globe kept a prayer vigil for him. But he still died.
That is what I cannot understand. This man was a child of God; yes I know, children of God pass through sorrow too. But he devoted a great portion of his life to God and ministry. His whole life was one of service to God. If you run a poll of how many lives he touched, the polling agent would be overwhelmed. That was how he was… He was not a perfect man, far from it. But he was a man who inspired love and devotion from those who knew him. How could he just go like that? Barely in his 60s??
I am confused. I know he was not afraid of going, if anything he probably looked forward to it. So despite my heavy heart and teary eyes, I still want to say Thank you to God for a life well lived. I am thankful
- For the privilege of knowing such a man
- For the impact he had in my life
- For the life he lived
- For Christ who has made it possible for us to meet again – someday.