My favourite uncle passed away yesterday evening. Sudden heart attack...
He was one of the most Christian men I ever knew, in the most real practical sense of loving others as Jesus would. He was the most generous man I have ever known, and I have been a willing recipient of that generosity all my life. Not money (he was too generous to ever have much of that), but time and things, sometimes of sentimental value to himself but freely given. He has no children, so poured his love on his wife, his nieces and nephews, and on another young man from a very troubled background who needed a father.
He was also the biggest alcoholic I have ever met, and a chain smoker, unable to quit either habit, who would frequent pubs not churches, and had a peer group on a different side of society to myself. He was the exact opposite of a "churchman". A constant reminder to not judge from outside appearances.
He was simply a REAL man - not one to put on appearances or say the right things, one to simply place others ahead of himself and act accordingly.
I am too busy today to write much, I have a three-hour drive ahead of me to meet with his wife and start planning a funeral. But I love him too much to say nothing until I have more time.
I have always felt so at home with him, and wish I could spend just one more evening in his hut, talking about life. But I am confident I will see him again one day, where we can have such conversations for eternity.
Goodbye for a season, my dear Uncle Jeremy.
He was one of the most Christian men I ever knew, in the most real practical sense of loving others as Jesus would. He was the most generous man I have ever known, and I have been a willing recipient of that generosity all my life. Not money (he was too generous to ever have much of that), but time and things, sometimes of sentimental value to himself but freely given. He has no children, so poured his love on his wife, his nieces and nephews, and on another young man from a very troubled background who needed a father.
He was also the biggest alcoholic I have ever met, and a chain smoker, unable to quit either habit, who would frequent pubs not churches, and had a peer group on a different side of society to myself. He was the exact opposite of a "churchman". A constant reminder to not judge from outside appearances.
He was simply a REAL man - not one to put on appearances or say the right things, one to simply place others ahead of himself and act accordingly.
I am too busy today to write much, I have a three-hour drive ahead of me to meet with his wife and start planning a funeral. But I love him too much to say nothing until I have more time.
I have always felt so at home with him, and wish I could spend just one more evening in his hut, talking about life. But I am confident I will see him again one day, where we can have such conversations for eternity.
Goodbye for a season, my dear Uncle Jeremy.