(Picture is of my mom and dad, Wade and Naomi Reeves, at Christmas 1955. My dad's sisters Dixie Austin (left) and Ruth Tant (right) still live in Nashville, TN).
This morning's Facebook posts brought news of the passing of a sweet man from my growing up years at the Holmes Road Church of Christ in Memphis. Ted Bounds was one of those men who had a very profound and encouraging effect on my life. Even in recent years, confined to a motorized chair, he would always have words of appreciation and encouragement whenever I would see him. I am grateful for his life of faith and dedication.
Last week I learned that another friend and mentor from my growing up years had passed away. George Hutchison was an elder in my home congregation and later moved to Williford, Arkansas, where I did some of my early preaching. I can't begin to estimate how many times I stayed in the Hutchison's house - as a high school and college student and even as an adult. Some of you who have heard me preach may have heard the illustration of the man who "watered" his house during the dry summer months to keep the foundation from sinking. That was George. He and Kathleen truly blessed my life. George is one of the people who gave me a love for restoring old cars. He was always working on at least one in his shop.
The passing of these two men coupled with that of my mom last summer reminds me that those of my parents' generation are quickly "going down the valley one by one." When I stop to realize all of the changes that have taken place in my life in the past year it almost takes my breath away. A new ministry. A new home. Developing new relationships and friendships while leaving others behind. And yet all of those changes pale with the realization that both of my dear parents have moved down that road and are now at home with the Lord.
No longer am I able to pick up the phone and call "home." No longer do I have a place to lay my head (and my burdens) down as freely as I could at their house. A place of security and safety. A place of unconditional love and acceptance. A place of physical and spiritual nourishment, affirmation and rest. It is a hard realization and a difficult adjustment.
But wait! I am quickly reminded that there is such a place - a place of quiet rest. A place of full release. A place of joy and peace. "Near to the Heart of God." I would not know of this place had it not been for the influence of Godly parents, family and friends like Ted and George and countless others who pointed me in that direction by their faithful lives. Now it is my turn. I must be the one pointing my children and grandchildren along with the next generation of Christian young people and preachers to the home that transcends anything this world has to offer. It is a formidable challenge that cannot be neglected.
"Oh Lord, please help me to continue the legacy of faith and dedication set before me by those who have gone on to a greater reward. For one day I, too, shall take my final glance at this life before turning and stepping down into the valley myself." In Jesus Name, Amen!






