Thursday, April 28, 2011
Heaven got one of my favorite people today...
Some people can make you laugh just reading the phonebook.
Paul Rector was one of those guys. Like most Christians when someone close passes, I'm filled with conflicting emotions today. While I celebrate in the eternal gift he accepted some years ago, I will selfishly miss so many things about my friend being here.
For several years, I just had to look directly across an aisle on Sunday mornings and nights along with Wednesday nights to see Paul sitting in his normal spot at church. Often when we dismissed church with a closing prayer while joining hands across the aisles, my hand would end up in his. He would make a joke about me standing on the pew, so I could reach his hand, and I would fire back with warnings of lustful thoughts during church services.
We had that type of relationship...and I loved it.
Part of the camaraderie we shared stemmed from being kindred spirits. Paul loved God very much, but God hadn't always been first in Paul's adult life. Paul loved music and had played in a number of bands. He loved to teach and speak on Biblical subjects and didn't often mince words. God blessed Paul, much like his namesake, with a tremendous testimony...and he wasn't afraid to share it with anyone either.
Like my friend Paul, I understand and appreciate the limitless boundaries of grace from a standpoint of someone who oft tested those limits. We had a number of great conversation just on that subject matter alone. When I was approached about teaching a Sunday School class, I called Paul for guidance because I knew he was a wonderful example. He was teaching the class I attended and had been nationally recognized for his efforts (great story here).
Over the past several years, diabetes robbed my friend of many things we take for granted. He lost his eye sight then much of his mobility. This is where it gets tough for me...
Paul never, ever let those things get him down. He continued to teach about and praise his Father through the storm. He would always send a whisper of encouragement my way as I would take my seat across from him after worship music had concluded. Great job little buddy. Hot drumming today. Way to wake these people up brother. He would always take time to talk to anyone about God's word even on his worst days.
My friend had a stroke a few months back that eventually took him Home. This morning as a matter of fact. He leaves behind a loving, tireless wife who has been a family anchor for so long, a son I'm honored to call my friend, and a daughter that completely adored him.
I will miss my friend. Not long ago, I thought of a way to make him laugh given the opportunity again. So Paul, from the bottom of my heart, this one's for you...