a good word for a friend.

Bud was 94. He died on Monday. I’ve known his daughter for nearly thirty years. I’ve known him for half that.

I knew pieces of his story, like his service following World War 2. But I knew more of how he lived in the present. Bud read the Bible, applied it to himself, and talked about it with a passion. He was, I suppose, a living example of Ezra, who read the law, obeyed the law, and taught the law. Bud prayed aloud in prayer meetings with a humility and intensity. It was clear that he wasn’t performing; he was letting us listen to the conversation that happened all the time.

I knew less about his competitiveness, not being an athlete. But I heard that he played hard, in basketball, softball, and golf.

And I heard that he was a friend. I talked with a man who said, “A couple days after my wife died, I was sitting in the silence. I got in the car, drove to his house and said, ‘can I cry with you?'”

But I’m selfish. I care about what he did for me.

He always asked me how Andrew was doing. He said that he prayed for Andrew. He said, “I wish I could do more.” I told him that praying was a lot.  Through soccer, through college, through wedding, Bud was regularly talking with God about my son.

I understand that the members of the trinity are talking with each other about us. And I’m glad for that. But know that this white-haired guy was joining in that conversation humbled me.

Bud’s funeral is today. I get to lead it. As I talk with God about Bud, and talk with his friends and family about God, I’ll be grateful. And sad.

And I’ll carry on the conversation.

6 thoughts on “a good word for a friend.

  1. Carla Ruiz

    Beautifully said; what a precious gift are the saints who are farther along in the race He has set before us!


  2. Vicki Jacobs

    Thanks so much for honoring Dad in this column, Jon. Many who attended the service commented on how uplifting & inspiring it was. May all of us not stop there, and instead seek to follow Dad’s example.


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