Reggie Sanders died a few weeks ago.
I have only known Reggie for a year. I have only had three contacts with him during the year. And yet I feel as if I have lost my dearest friend.
When I heard Reggie had died from a heart attack, I crumpled to my knees for I knew the body of Christ had lost a great warrior.
Reggie loved Dawn. In fact, I can’t say I have ever observed a husband that loved a woman as well as he loved his wife. I found it a bit annoying, because he was so much better at it than I am. He kept raising the bar for the rest of us.
Drat that man!
Bless that man!
Reggie encouraged me. That annoyed me too. He was so good at it. There was not a discouraging bone in his body. He always called me “The Apostle Paul.” It made me feel special. And it occurred to me today that I won’t hear that again, since in heaven that title truly belongs to someone else.
Reggie Sanders died a few weeks ago. And I cried. And I continue to cry. But it in no way diminishes the confident hope that is mine.
Reggie lives.
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live.”
John 11.25 (ESV)
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
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26 June 2011
16 June 2011
Community Makes the Difference
I am fascinated by Alyssa (not her real name). She has been coming to CA for a year now, but she has yet to make a decision to follow Jesus. She comes form a Buddhist background, but her family would be better described as non-religious.
Alyssa started coming to CA because her roommate invited her to come. There is no doubt she was a bit confused by her first exposure to Christianity. She was sure she did not believe what we believed (she told us that), but she kept coming anyway. It wasn't long into the school year that we discovered that Alyssa would come to the weekly meeting even when her roommate did not.
There is a reason for that. Alyssa was accepted for who she was without judgment. She came into the meeting each week and found a group of people that just plain liked her for who she was. There has never been a demand for her to be a Christian in order to belong.
Amazingly, Alyssa came to Infusion, CA's spiritually intensive retreat at the end of the school year. What has become seared into my memory is a picture of a smiling Alyssa carrying her Bible and notebook as she headed off to a scheduled alone time with God. I have been wondering what her conversations with God were like during Infusion.
I have not been privy to them for good reason. But I do know this. If Alyssa seeks God, she will find Him.
And she will find a community this coming Fall that will love her no matter what.
Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children. And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.
Ephesians 5.1-2 ESV
Alyssa started coming to CA because her roommate invited her to come. There is no doubt she was a bit confused by her first exposure to Christianity. She was sure she did not believe what we believed (she told us that), but she kept coming anyway. It wasn't long into the school year that we discovered that Alyssa would come to the weekly meeting even when her roommate did not.
There is a reason for that. Alyssa was accepted for who she was without judgment. She came into the meeting each week and found a group of people that just plain liked her for who she was. There has never been a demand for her to be a Christian in order to belong.
Amazingly, Alyssa came to Infusion, CA's spiritually intensive retreat at the end of the school year. What has become seared into my memory is a picture of a smiling Alyssa carrying her Bible and notebook as she headed off to a scheduled alone time with God. I have been wondering what her conversations with God were like during Infusion.
I have not been privy to them for good reason. But I do know this. If Alyssa seeks God, she will find Him.
And she will find a community this coming Fall that will love her no matter what.
Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children. And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.
Ephesians 5.1-2 ESV
01 May 2011
Is This Lie a Sin?
Three years ago, my favorite aunt died. Aunt Elinore died suddenly and unexpectedly. I still miss her. She only brought joy into my life. Only joy.
In a coordinated manner, her husband, my Uncle Earl, was my favorite uncle. He always had a smile on his face and a joke to tell. In contrast to the quick death of his wife, my Uncle Earl is dying a slow and painful death. Not for him, thankfully, but for the rest of us it is. He has memory loss, and whether you call it dementia, Alzheimer's, or just old age, it doesn't matter. It is slow and agonizing to those who love him much.
Uncle Earl thinks that Aunt Elinore is still with him. He is totally unable to get it into his mind that she is gone. He lives in the continual hope she is coming around the corner.
Their son, Earl Jr. (my cousin) had the sad duty to tell his dad, and my uncle cried long and hard the first time he heard the news. The next day, Uncle Earl had forgotten, and when Earl Jr. reminded him, he cried long and hard. Then came the next day, and you guessed it, my uncle cried long and hard at the news his wife had died.
Earl Jr. was in a spot no one wants to be in. Shall he speak only truth and watch his dad grieve anew every day? Or does he pretend his mom is still alive? Yikes! What a conundrum!
Compassionately, he chose the latter. His dad simply cannot get it. His mind is broken.
And as far as I can see, imperfect as it is, I believe my cousin is doing it right by lying to his father. Perhaps it is an adequate application of the biblical principle found in I Peter 4.8:
Love covers a multitude of sins.
In a coordinated manner, her husband, my Uncle Earl, was my favorite uncle. He always had a smile on his face and a joke to tell. In contrast to the quick death of his wife, my Uncle Earl is dying a slow and painful death. Not for him, thankfully, but for the rest of us it is. He has memory loss, and whether you call it dementia, Alzheimer's, or just old age, it doesn't matter. It is slow and agonizing to those who love him much.
Uncle Earl thinks that Aunt Elinore is still with him. He is totally unable to get it into his mind that she is gone. He lives in the continual hope she is coming around the corner.
Their son, Earl Jr. (my cousin) had the sad duty to tell his dad, and my uncle cried long and hard the first time he heard the news. The next day, Uncle Earl had forgotten, and when Earl Jr. reminded him, he cried long and hard. Then came the next day, and you guessed it, my uncle cried long and hard at the news his wife had died.
Earl Jr. was in a spot no one wants to be in. Shall he speak only truth and watch his dad grieve anew every day? Or does he pretend his mom is still alive? Yikes! What a conundrum!
Compassionately, he chose the latter. His dad simply cannot get it. His mind is broken.
And as far as I can see, imperfect as it is, I believe my cousin is doing it right by lying to his father. Perhaps it is an adequate application of the biblical principle found in I Peter 4.8:
Love covers a multitude of sins.
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