I went to his funeral recently. A few people there shared how he had influenced, even saved, their lives.

It wasn’t during his military time, though anyone in the ‘Nam years did so, regardless of their reception at home. Those who didn’t know better would say it wasn’t during his shut-in years, because how could a practical hermit influence anyone? Well…this post will tell you.

The theme of this man’s service was that he cared, first for God. He made it evident that God’s home is to be honored, and those working there should give their very best. He was a Navy Seal – when he said do your best, for honor’s sake, he meant it. There were stories of those who stepped up and did more because he challenged them to do so.

Others spoke of him being a prayer warrior. He was essentially a priest without the title, collecting the concerns of others and taking those to the One who can (and will) do something about it. Those who went through his home spoke of finding lists of people and situations to pray for/about. Because we’re invited to, he went with expectation. There’s no telling the impact of his prayers.

He made a regular habit of asking for rides. While out, he would extend the time, sometimes by a meal, primarily to chat with the person he called, sometimes to join another in prayer. One asked, “why do you go out & get so little?” to which he replied, “you needed the time out.”

The idea of “missionary” came to mind and reinforced itself while the service went on. Taking time to listen to others and perhaps to share wisdom is a huge gift, especially these days. It was the gift he gave to several people, without ribbons, bows, or fanfare. His mission field, and the way he served the people there, can be summed up in four oft-repeated words: He was my friend.

As Jesus once said, Go and do likewise.