My brother in law, Fred, fought Parkinson’s the way he approached most everything else, with quiet strength. His grandson, Kyle, wrote these words of tribute:
He believed in humane service and action as a privilege, rather than duty. He ministered to a small congregation on the poorer end of Kalamazoo, half of whom had been diagnosed with serious mental illness. He taught me to find courage in those people, where others may have only seen weakness.
If that was all Kyle had written (it was not…) it would have been impressive. When I read those words I think, “That’s how I would like to be known, what I’d like to be when I grow up.” If Jesus read them, He would think:
“… Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’” (Matthew 25:40b)
Fred left a big hole…