Inspiration….
I saw him sitting there today- it was not an unusual sight- I’ve seen him there week after week for the past 8 years. In the beginning of noticing him-he was sitting with her. They were special- it was obvious the way they smile at each other with 50+ years of secrets and respect and love— it was obvious in the way they were with others- their spirit filled the room and the hearts of all those around—I watched the two if them often, I loved them from afar..I saw Christ in them and it was beautiful. Some years went by and I noticed more and more often he sat there alone. She was sick and slowly fading away from him. Still he came and as he sat alone- I watched as while inside his heart must have been breaking- still he came, he smiled, he encouraged, still I saw Christ in him. Just a few short years ago she left him-she went home to be with her Lord…it was certain that as I hugged him that first Sunday after she was gone—his heart had a hole- he missed her. Still week after week he is here. He worships and teaches and sings and prays as passionately as I’ve ever seen or heard. He lives his life with a destination in mind. I see him sitting there week after week and I am encouraged and I am inspired and I want to have his heart,his spirit, his love for others and for Christ. He does not know how much I learn from his life and I’m sure I am not alone. He will turn 90 years old in just a couple of days and his life inspires and teaches and touches every day. I am so thankful for him! Thank you brother Whittle.
