Dear Lee,
I just wanted to thank you for the impact you had on my life in the few years that I knew you.
Some people might think it a waste that a person, so full of life, died at such a young age. You’re life was not wasted. Quantity of years don’t determine whether a life is wasted. What a person does with the years given to him matters much more. A person can live well into their 80’s, and if the driving purpose of his or her life is to simply secure a nice life, well, in the end, it will be taken away from them.
You lived your years on earth, particularly the last seven, on purpose. Your body may have been consumed by cancer. But your heart and soul were consumed by the one thing that really matters and that can never be taken away—a devotion and hunger for Jesus and His kingdom.
It’s one thing for somebody in good health to say “I’m a Christian. I love Jesus.” It’s a very different thing, however, for someone who is battling cancer and suffering like you did, to say, “I love Jesus. He’s my life. He’s my everything.” Your blog statement that Brad read at the funeral is awesome—”This is not a courtroom trial, it’s a love story!”
I believe that cancer is evil. I believe that the power of God is bigger than it and that God could have healed you with a word. I don’t know why you died. But one thing I know. Through your pain and suffering, the love of Jesus and the truth about His goodness were broadcast louder and more authentically than if it would have come through someone else. Your life was a megaphone that shouted, “Jesus is my treasure. He is my prize.”
Your love for Jesus was the real deal, Lee. It touched something deep in my heart and encouraged me to run my life’s race more fixed and focused on the prize. We will miss you!
Give Dad and Big Brother a hug for me and tell them I can’t wait to see them, too.
P.S. When I think of your battle with cancer and how Christ’s shined through your life in the midst of it all, a few scriptures came to mind:
“For God who said, ‘Let light shine out of darkness,” made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ. But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair . . . struck down, but not destroyed . . . we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body.” (2 Cor. 4:6-12)
I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead. Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 3:10-14)
Your contending faith in the midst of the battle reminded me of what Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego told the king in Daniel 3:16-19: ”Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego replied to the king, “O Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to defend ourselves before you in this matter. If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from it, and he will rescue us from your hand, O king. But even if he does not, we want you to know, O king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the image of gold you have set up.”
“For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.” (Philippians 1:21)
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Traditionally Thanksgiving is a time of giving thanks and offering gratitude to God. Lately, however, I’ve been wondering if what we do every fourth Thursday of November is really thanks-giving or just going through the motions of tradition.
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