His name was Harvey. He didn’t do anything spectacular like become President of the United States or invent something that would change the world. But he changed my world. Every single week.. Each Sunday as I walked into church, 70-something Harvey would grasp my week-weary hand in his firm bear-claw grasp and welcome me. He always had a grin on his face. Sometimes he shared a joke. Always, he made me smile.
And I will miss him.
Harvey went to be with Jesus earlier this week. God was good to give Harvey to me every Sunday morning, and if the loving posts on Facebook are any indication, God was good to give Harvey to a whole lot of people.
Today, the thought of Heaven is all the sweeter, now that I know Harvey will be there to shake my hand and welcome me in. Thank you, Harvey, for faithfully fulfilling your part in God’s story. You gave me glimpses of glory each and every Sunday. And the story could not…would not…have been nearly as wonderful without you playing your part so consistently and so very well.