And I ask myself and you...what have we done for the Lord?
Have you ever thought about when we are gone, how will we be remembered? I've been thinking about that a lot lately. It is fresh on my mind as two nights ago, a house in our town caught on fire...and very sadly...the elderly man who lived there passed away before anyone could rescue him. He had no time of warning. Just a day after that - we learned the shocking news that the cook at our nearest small-town restaurant - a friendly, jovial man who often found the time to come out of the kitchen and greet his customers...passed away suddenly a few days ago from a brain aneurism. I feel sadness at these thoughts...but what a solemn reminder that none of us are promised tomorrow. Am I...are you...really living with eternity in view?
These thoughts turned my mind back to people from my past who left an impression on me, even though they are now gone on to be with the Lord.
I will share a story of a man who made an impact on me as a young child. He was nobody well-known, good-looking, tall, or prominent. Instead, he was a lowly man whose body was twisted and deformed by the ravages of polio in his youth. "Brother David", he was called in the church. He suffered daily with breathing issues from fluid in his lungs. I was a young girl of the age of 8 when my family and I first met him, and it was only a number of years later that he passed away. What is it, then that I remember so well about him? This - the joy of the Lord that radiated from his face. His genuine, unpretentious, Christ-like love for others was evident as he took notice of all those around him - including young children like myself. It was nothing grand or showy - just a genuine, loving smile from a beaming face, firm shake of the hand, and time taken to talk. That's all. Nothing more. But truly, nothing less. The fruit of the Holy Spirit was so clear in his countenance and actions. It was nothing fake or forced. It was natural, easy, and genuine. Truly he had the fruit of long-suffering in his bodily afflictions. As a young, unsaved girl, this made an impact on me. I don't even remember any of his words. But I admired what I seen of that real joy in him - and it made me desire to have that same joy and peace from the Lord too.
Now, all that remains to his memory is a lowly stone covering his grave. But, to me, and others who knew him - "He being dead, yet speaketh." I wanted you all to know about him, too. He has been gone for many years now, but lives on in Heaven with His precious Lord and Saviour, and his bodily infirmities are all gone. I'm sure his radiant joy has only increased, and I look forward to one day seeing Brother David's smile of joy again!
- Matthew 5:14-16




