I attended a funeral today for our friend’s father. I didn’t know this man that well, in the past I’ve only encountered him a few times. I knew him to be a kind, enthusiastic individual who loved to share his wisdom and his handyman skills with others. But by the time the graveside service drew to a close, I was moved by story after story of how this man helped others in practical ways as his expression of serving God, gestures often unnoticed in the background. He was a man after my own heart–I could do worse than to have others speak of me in the same way when it’s my time.
Our friend’s father was very smart, he majored in engineering and marketing in college, and taught himself, among other skills, carpentry and financial planning. He didn’t amass this knowledge for himself but used it for the benefit of others.
Whenever there was a need for something to be built, he would quickly volunteer his handyman skills. He was very detailed and methodical, and his work was of high quality so people would look to him to take on these projects. Just a few examples: his church didn’t have a cross for the sanctuary…so he went and constructed a wooden cross for them. The church needed a raised platform for their worship service and now, every Sunday, worship is enhanced by the stage that he built. His granddaughter enjoys a fine, handmade desk that has a loving inscription hidden underneath. If you were to look through the homes of his two son’s families and through his own home, you would be hard pressed to turn and not see something built by his hands.
Our friend’s father wasn’t a financial planner by trade but he took it upon himself to read books and study the markets, and eventually he was able to help many with their finances free of charge.
There is a wealth of other such stories, this man was relentless in looking for opportunities to help others. All without seeking recognition or profit, not even his close family members know the true extent of his service. He had a true servant’s heart.
This was a time for mourning (and also for celebration since our friend’s father is now with the Lord!) yet I was grateful that I had a chance to hear these stories. They were truly inspiring for me, narrative for me to ponder upon for a long time.
Lori-Ann and I continue to grind away at our remaining, numerous tasks before we can leave for Chiang Mai. But the remembrance of our friend’s father makes me stop and take a moment, to consider how to serve our God well even if there is no applause or no personal gain to be had. Just the satisfaction of hearing one day, “well done, my good and faithful servant”.
