Today a friend of mine’s grandfather died. He was a former pastor and a true man of God. I remember being in awe of him while sitting in Sunday School and listening to his son teach us and being taught by his father. He was 88.
I sit here wondering what people will say about me when I am dead. Will they speak of my faith and passion for God or will they just say I knew a lot about Him and Christianity? Will I take up the mantle that has been cast on my, and others, shoulders and go forward with the work? Because that is what is happening. The torch is being passed to me and to those who are my contemporaries. Perhaps it has already been passed to me and I am just sitting there now and holding it. I want to move forward and be what God has called me to be. What that is, however, is the question. God works in mysterious ways and I am still trying to figure it out.
For Jim McClung, rest in peace and in the knowledge that your race is done and your reward is waiting. Amen.