Parenthetically Speaking

Mr. Wallace,93

October 11, 2013

 

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I went to a funeral last night and I was surprised. I was surprised by the tears that would not stop rolling down my face.  Why was I surprised, I mean come on, it the norm to cry at a funeral right?  Am I heartless? How can I be surprised by tears rolling down?

Because the tears were of conviction not sorrow.  Mr. Wallace, 93 went home and I was overjoyed for him; he was with his savoir, creator, and King.  No reason to weep over that good news!

Instead I wept in confession.

I always knew there was something remarkable about Mr. Wallace.

More than just the wide smile

a dapper demeanor complete with a newsboy hat, always

a  gentle spirit,

a customary kiss on my cheek,

Behind all the outward was a man who lived and loved sacrificially.

a man born into what is coined the greatest generation

a man all about service to his country, his family and above all his LORD.

a man who was head over heels in love with his wife of 67 years,

a man who wrote letters and cards reminding her of his devotion.

a man who continued to grow deeper in his relationship with his LORD, even penning a letter at age 50 about a renewed personal relationship brought about by the inspirational testimony of a group of students returning from a mission trip.

I could be inspired by his commitment to write letters, notes, and cards.

And I am.

I could be inspired to love, honor and appreciate my husband more.

And I am.

I could be overjoyed that Mr. Wallace is home, free from the pain of this world.

And I am.

I could have left feeling all good inside.

But instead…

I realized some uglies about myself and it brought the tears.

I get in the way.

When it comes to living and loving sacrificially, I get in the way.

When it comes to loving and honoring my spouse, I get in the way.

When it comes to taking time to write a letter, a note, or a card, I get in the way.

When it comes to growing deeper in relationship with my LORD, I get in the way.

Me and my insecurities, worldly desires, (okay let’s be honest lusts), self-protection, self-exaltation, blah, blah, blah.

Mr. Wallace was focused upward and outward.  He wasn’t published, well known, wealthy, noted, elected, sought after, followed on social media, in fact you don’t even know him.

He wasn’t famous, except…with the Famous One.

Well done, good and faithful servant.

  • Martha Holley-Jones October 12, 2013 at 8:17 AM

    Kim – this is beautiful! I once experienced the same thing at a funeral for a young man I had never met, yet the story of his life was so God honoring that I just wept. At that time I had no explanation for it but you have put it in words so eloquently! Thank you!

  • Amy Larson October 13, 2013 at 2:57 PM

    Thank you for sharing Kim!
    Conviction…it’s a good thing.

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