Glimpses In The Rear View Mirror

My friend and pastor, Gene Graves, passed away last night, after an 11 month old battle with cancer...

He was a man's man, who stood around 6'4", and when he entered a room, you knew it. 

Wrangler, Carhartt, Georgia boots and a white cowboy hat were his choice of style. Sometimes he wore a John Deere baseball hat and he was never without the red bandana he kept in his pocket. He was a farmer, a hunter and a business man. He drove a truck, a tractor, and in his younger days, a motorcycle.

He was a husband, a daddy, a son, a brother and a Papoo (that's grandpa).

But the most importantly, he was an Evangelist and a Pastor. He was a Disciple of Christ who loved the Lord so greatly, and was so focused on serving Him with his whole being, that it propelled him into a life of missions in a foreign land...

to a place called Honduras...

He worked, sweated, and preached his way through the big cities and roadside shanties. He drove thousands of miles along dusty country lanes, dangerous mountain roads and congested city highways. He led hundreds of fellow believers into the fields, white with harvest, showing us how to share the Gospel with others. He ministered to thousands of men, women and children of Honduras, not only by preaching the Word of God, but also by helping build the churches in which they could worship.

He was a man of integrity, who knew he wasn't perfect. He was a man of purpose, who knew how to laugh. He was a man of God, who now knows our Lord face to face.

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Mommy Cracked said…
I'm sure he finally got to hear those wonderful words we all hope to someday...."Well done, my good and faithful servent."