So there he was, at the retreat, sharing of what God had done. How God took someone who was only out for himself and change him around. How God would forgive him. How others would forgive him. And out of this forgiveness David wanted to give back. So when he got released, he would get involved with CHARMED Ministry. Christ Hope and Reconciliation Ministry (C.H.A.R.M.) exists to minister to needs of those incarcerated, correctional personnel and their respective families. Sharing the hope of Jesus Christ in order for them to be reconciled to God; thereby transforming relationships with their families, the local church and their communities.
David went from volunteering to working at CHARMED. David would live at one of the homes, offering encouragment, support and direction to the various men.
But while David was sharing, he was also in pain. He though he had a stomach bug. On Sunday night I too would get sick, thinking it was the stomach bug that David had. Mine would end up being an appendix rupturing while David's ended up being an aggressive cancer.
David would undergo all kinds of chemo and some surgery. He had good days and tons of bad days. We would speak here and there and no matter how he felt, he would always leave our conversation encouraging me. He wasn't going to give up. He had too many to tell about Jesus, too many to share his story, too many that needed salvation.
Last week, while driving back from Colorado, we got to speak for a very long time on the phone. I shared how I was headed back his way in August and that we would go out dancing. LOL. We talked about everything. I reminded him how cancer was not wasted on him. That due to having it, so many would learn about Jesus. From doctors to nurses to techs, not to mention the men at the home he lived at, folks at church, and even lost friends and family. That his life has made a difference. His SINGLE LIFE. This is an excerpt he wrote on his Facebook page later that day:
I hate when I wake up with an enlightened version of what has been going on with my life. And since I obligated myself to share this with you months ago, this is what I will do.
I realized today that life has been happening or occurring 6 to 12 inches ahead of me. It's like I have become an easel on which my portrait should hang or the dolly in which they are rolling around my sculpture. I so much prefer this option because of the third dimension.
As I awoke this morning to new energy, to less fever, to less aches and pains, I quickly realized that this wasn't for me, this was for stuff I was carrying (which is me). See, I told you this could get nuts quickly.
I've had early birthday wishes (Thank you, Fred, Kenneth, and Sharon). I didn't get to do any of the stuff I wanted or needed to get done, but that doesn't mean it didn't get done (thanks Tommie and Justin). My life is happening 6 to 12 inches in front of me, and while it feels like I am missing out, I am doing no such thing. I had wonderful phone call with my friend Kris, who kept me laughing and smiling the whole time. Bubbles do make the world a better place.
So my life has gotten ahead of me. And that worried me a bit. Not anymore. Maybe this is how God protects us. Maybe life will get a little further ahead of me than it is now. That's okay -- I trust God with it.
So if you see me Sunday and I seem disconnected, I probably am. And if you don't see me Sunday, don't wake me up to tell me you missed me.
I would get news this morning that David's cancer was more aggressive than originally thought. That his kidneys were shutting down. He decided to tell his family and friends that were there how much he loved them. I was emailed a few minutes ago that David passed away. So while we may have to wait on the dancing till I get to heaven, I know you are healed David. Healed not only from the cancer but healed from the many pains from this earthy life. Thank you for our small but fruitful time together.