We got home from the hospital after my wife’s cardiac incident this weekend, and then this morning we got a call - a good friend of ours, only 60 years old, in good shape, collapsed and died of a heart attack this morning. Ironically, he was doing his morning workout on the treadmill when he died.
I just wanted to say that professed Christians get a bad name these days, many times deservedly so, as finger pointing hypocrites. The pharisees that Jesus himself intensely attacked. My friend Jerry was what a Christian is supposed to be. What a good man is supposed to be. He truly loved and cared for his fellow man, not for his own personal gain, but because he truly cared.
A good example, one of many. A couple of years ago he ran across a homeless man the day before Thanksgiving. He not only stopped to talk with the man, he fed him, took him to get some clothes, took him to a shelter that a friend of his runs, but then he took the step of love that most of us (myself included) would not do: he invited him to his home for Thanksgiving dinner. For most of us, Thanksgiving is a time of friends and family. It was for Jerry also, but he talked with his family and they agreed on this. This homeless man, a older (60s) marine veteran who had come on hard times and had no family, could not believe that he was truly being invited to a family Thanksgiving dinner, and was in tears as he sat at the table and ate with them, and then sat in the den afterward and engaged in conversation with them just like any normal person. Was it uncomfortable for Jerry and his family? Sure, at first, but they wanted to show this guy the kind of love and acceptance he’d not experienced for many years. It was the first step - eventually (not without some slips) he got a job, with Jerry’s help, and a small apartment, and when I left that town this man had a new life, and was considered a true friend of Jerry and his family. Jerry’s church also took him in and the congregation became a new loving, non-judgemental family to him.
That’s just one small example of how Jerry lived his life. The world would be a far better place if there were more people like Jerry who was far more concerned about loving and helping his fellow man than he was in self centered pursuits.
Anyway, Jerry is one of those guys who reminds me of the quote that life is what happens all around us while we worry about tomorrow. He really made the most of each day, and the number of lives he touched were probably far more than even he realized. We’ll miss him, but it’s hard to mourn such a wonderful life.