| A Lasting Legacy |
The room was packed wall to wall with people. In fact, many were forced to stand out
in the hall to wait in line to get one last glimpse of the man that had so incredibly
impacted their lives. A melting pot of people were standing there. Young and old,
white and black, tall and short, healthy and infirmed were all waiting around for their
chance to say goodbye. Who was this man that had touched so many? Was he a
statesman, a politician or famous actor? No. He was just a humble and caring person.
He did not toot his own horn or cry out for attention. In fact, he probably would have
been embarrassed by the spotlight. Day after day, year after year, Jack Bearden did
what a good Christian is supposed to do. He followed in the footsteps of Christ.
Children were given Christmas presents every year from this anonymous donor.
Lives, such as mine, were touched by his generosity of spirit and character. Even
when his health started the slow roll down hill, he never complained. Sunday in and
out, he attended church, drove the church bus, took care of the needy, and
maintained the grounds. He was a deacon, a worker, a husband, father and
grandfather. He was a confidant and a friend. Quietly and meekly, he was God's
servant, caring for those in need.
January 11, 2006, God called him home. His last moments were spent in the loving
arms of his family. He was ready and he was at peace.
We buried his body today. The pastor said that there was nothing left to say about
Jack. His life was his testimony and witness and the people and lives he touched
served as his lasting legacy here on earth.
I can just imagine the scene of his homecoming as he enters through Heaven's gate:
the angels move quickly out of the way, as Jesus runs to meet his child. Jack is
home. The toes he lost to diabetes are restored. His heart and kidneys are whole and
healthy. The pink glow has returned to his face and his smile is bright. In Jesus
presence now, he is hearing those words that we all long to hear. "You have fought
the good fight, finished the race and have kept the faith. Well done my good and
faithful servant. Welcome home."
I can only hope and pray that the legacy we leave and the welcome we receive will
be as sweet as Jack's.
God, thank you for letting him be a part of our lives, if only for a short while. We have
been truly blessed. Amen.
in the hall to wait in line to get one last glimpse of the man that had so incredibly
impacted their lives. A melting pot of people were standing there. Young and old,
white and black, tall and short, healthy and infirmed were all waiting around for their
chance to say goodbye. Who was this man that had touched so many? Was he a
statesman, a politician or famous actor? No. He was just a humble and caring person.
He did not toot his own horn or cry out for attention. In fact, he probably would have
been embarrassed by the spotlight. Day after day, year after year, Jack Bearden did
what a good Christian is supposed to do. He followed in the footsteps of Christ.
Children were given Christmas presents every year from this anonymous donor.
Lives, such as mine, were touched by his generosity of spirit and character. Even
when his health started the slow roll down hill, he never complained. Sunday in and
out, he attended church, drove the church bus, took care of the needy, and
maintained the grounds. He was a deacon, a worker, a husband, father and
grandfather. He was a confidant and a friend. Quietly and meekly, he was God's
servant, caring for those in need.
January 11, 2006, God called him home. His last moments were spent in the loving
arms of his family. He was ready and he was at peace.
We buried his body today. The pastor said that there was nothing left to say about
Jack. His life was his testimony and witness and the people and lives he touched
served as his lasting legacy here on earth.
I can just imagine the scene of his homecoming as he enters through Heaven's gate:
the angels move quickly out of the way, as Jesus runs to meet his child. Jack is
home. The toes he lost to diabetes are restored. His heart and kidneys are whole and
healthy. The pink glow has returned to his face and his smile is bright. In Jesus
presence now, he is hearing those words that we all long to hear. "You have fought
the good fight, finished the race and have kept the faith. Well done my good and
faithful servant. Welcome home."
I can only hope and pray that the legacy we leave and the welcome we receive will
be as sweet as Jack's.
God, thank you for letting him be a part of our lives, if only for a short while. We have
been truly blessed. Amen.
| © 2006, Buffie Davis Posted here with author's permission. |
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