January started on a high note in our home…until we got the sad news that our Pastor had been ‘called home’ after a 9-month battle with colon cancer. Terrible terrible news on a new year day.
Can we all just come together to ask for a special gift this year? Finding a cure for Cancer and all those other dreadful diseases would be a very wonderful and perfect gift.
You see, everyone called him daddy, me inclusive and it’s not the usual hero-worshipping or the ‘MOG feet-kissing’ you find around pastors but he was truly daddy-like.
And in these days of unnecessary focus on wealth a la prosperity messages, religious impunities and masked impieties all in the name of service, he stood out.
He exuded a ‘strong strenght’ that belied his age. You’d think he was weary gazing at his slouchy shoulders but seeing his face would present a different picture entirely. Despite his age, he would stand on his feet for hours on end, sometimes handling successive services without much rest. Would never know how he kept up with the rigors considering his age.
This flock-tendering job is really not a walk in the park, I don’t envy those involved at all at all.
In retrospect, I took lots for granted in 2014…my Pastor inclusive
He still sent me a birthday message on December 19….I never called back!
I’m going to miss the monthly messages he used to send to every member of the church every 25th…and it’s not a small church by any standard.
I’m going to miss him standing by the door after services, warmly shaking the hands of the hundreds of congregants.
I’m going to miss the ‘we-missed-you-in-church-on-Sunday-hope-all-is-well’ text messages whenever we missed church.
I’m going to miss the genuine concern and father-like questions and prayers on phone.
I’m going to miss seeing his face and hearing his soft-spoken words.
A friend said there are no regrets in life from lost opportunities…only lessons. So I’ve learnt.