Last night my home town church lost a very dear pastor and friend. Instead of focusing on how it happened I wanted to share some of my memories of him.
I remember one Sunday as he was preaching and he was so fired up for God, as he always was, that he was jumping over pews.
I remember how he used to dance and sing during praise and worship. I can just imagine how happy he is to be home with our Heavenly Father.
I remember the times that he was filled with the Holy Spirit, the way he would just let Him take over.
One of his favorite sayings was “Am I stepping on any ones toes yet?” During an especially convicting message.
I remember all the love he had for even just one person in the congregation. I remember his smile and the way he used to have just one more hug for everyone.
I remember the day he dedicated my two oldest boys, Jorin and Xander, to the Lord. He even found a way to include some traditional Jewish stuff to honor their dads beliefs.