The church plant began to struggle in 2005. For whatever reason, some of the people we thought were core members and committed to the new church began to pull away. We lost a few families early in the year and our numbers were down through the summer. Looking back on it a few years removed, I see that it was part of the bigger picture, but at the time I really struggled to see why God would have us plant a church only to see it die.
I did learn a lot about people’s motives when attending a church through this, though. There are many people who God brings to a ministry and they all have different spiritual needs, gifts, and desires. Some people have a sincere desire to serve and use their gifts to serve the Lord. Others are looking for a place to push their own agenda and gain power and influence. Others simply want to be spoon fed and consume the latest thing. It seems that a new church plant will attract some of each category. My father had enough experience and wisdom to know this in advance and he had a vision to disciple those coming with less than pure intentions and move them to a place where they were using their gifts to serve the body rather than play politics or consume. There was only so much that we could do, however, and we saw some people leave the church when challenged rather than mature in their faith.
Although the church was struggling, none of us were prepared for what happened November 5th.
It was a typical fall day. The Buckeyes were playing in Columbus and it was the first day of pheasant season. The weather was unusually nice and I went out for a morning spin on my bike. I remember seeing a pheasant in a field as I neared Waldo and I pulled over to watch him for a bit. I thought of all the times dad and I had hunted together and wondered if I could convince him to get out with me in the next few weeks. When I got back, I called dad to ask if he wanted to go with me and my two year old son to the Skull Session in Columbus. It started at 1:00 and we could get down there and get back in time to see the game on tv. He told me he would enjoy it, but that he needed to work on his sermon for Sunday and he would have to take a rain check this time.
I headed off to Columbus around 11:00 and enjoyed the band practice with my son (his first one!) and as I was driving home, mom called. She asked where I was and I could sense that something was not right. I told her I was headed home and she asked me to come to her house as soon as possible. At this point, I knew something was wrong so I pushed her to tell me. She hemmed and hawed a bit, but finally she just said it. “I think your daddy is dead.”
I remember the shock but I also remember not feeling the way I thought I would feel. In movies people always freak out, loose control of their cars, and go into a seizure when they are told things like this, but that didn’t happen to me. Obviously, I was sad, shocked, and stunned, but I distinctly remember keeping my wits and remaining calm. I immediately called Valerie and told her and I stopped in Waldo to drop off my son and then headed to mom’s.
As I pulled up, my sister was just pulling in from shopping and was going to get the mail (she lives next door to my mom). I rolled down my window and asked her if she had spoken with mom yet (I could tell from her chipperness that she hadn’t) and told her to get to mom’s right away. I pulled in mom’s driveway and we all kind of met in the front yard. I already knew, of course, but when mom told Leigh Ann that dad was gone, she didn’t quite understand. I think she though that he had gone to the store, but then mom clarified and it sank in. That was a tough moment, let me tell you.
Mom needed to go to the hospital to sign some papers and I decided to take her. A strange thing happened when we go there because the Chaplin on call met us when we arrived and tried to counsel us a bit. Let’s just say he was a pastor of a church that emphasizes works rather than faith. He asked us some questions and our responses were probably not what he was used to hearing. Obviously we were sad and surprised by the death, but we were not sad for dad. We were grateful that he was with the Lord and just kind of jealous that we couldn’t be there, too. I am sure that he was used to dealing with the freaking out, loosing control, seizure folks who didn’t have a hope in a true, living God. We could tell from his responses that he hadn’t seen this kind of thing before.
I don’t mean to ramble so much, but I am kind of writing for my own sake at this point.
It was determined that dad had a massive heart failure. As best as we can tell, he had finished his sermon, taken off his glasses, and leaned back in his chair to take a cat nap. His “to do” list had sermon crossed off and watching the OSU football game was the next thing on the list. Mom found him in his office chair when she returned from shopping. We think it was quick because there was no indication that he tired to get out of his chair or even reach for the phone which was right beside him. We like to think that he just went to sleep and woke up in heaven. Obviously we don’t know for sure, but we like to think that.
The next week was a fury of funeral arrangements, difficult phone calls, and planning the memorial service. The funeral was for family only as we desired to have as many people as possible at the memorial service scheduled for Saturday morning. May people did attend and I heard from many that it was one of the best memorial services they had ever been to. It was a nice mix of worship, remembering, saying good by, and the gospel.
Up Next: 2006. The search for a new direction in life.