I had planned to blog about a new thrift store treasure I had fixed up, but some sad news caused my thoughts to wander in another direction. The frivolous was overwhelmed by the faithful.
A dear friend went home to be with his Lord yesterday after a long battle with cancer. Fifteen years ago, he was diagnosed with brain cancer and given the news that he would die within 6 months. His young wife and and two little boys prepared for a life without him. And he lived.
Over the next several years he endured several rounds of chemo and radiation as well as surgeries. During every round he suffered through, he continued to praise God. As a husband and father, he poured his life into his family, making the most of every opportunity. As a school guidance counselor he shared the love of Christ with students and staff. And he lived.
As a musician, he wrote music and lead praise and worship in churches. His "band" of friends adored him and it was obvious to everyone that their music came from the heart and was used to reach others for Christ.
There were many times he would sit on a stool, weak from chemo, and direct our choir during practice. Most of the choir members never new how he suffered from nausea and weakness during treatments. The music flowed. And he lived.
A few weeks ago we noticed a sudden turn in his health. He was aging before our eyes, stumbling and weak. Last weekend, an MRI showed the cancer had returned and taken over. He went home and was surrounded by family and friends and music. And then he lived - but not on earth.
He left the voices of his loved ones, singing on earth, to participate with the residents of heaven singing praise and worship to his Lord and Saviour. If I ever need a reminder of how to live - or how to die well, I'll think of my friend.
Please pray for his grieving wife and teenage sons and also for our church. We'll be celebrating his life on Monday night. Tomorrow will be rough - Hubs and I are the praise team for tomorrow's worship services. We'll be worshiping - and living.