
If I ever doubted the value of faith, this week my doubts were completely erased. I have journeyed through grief with many people over my years of ministry, but I have never experienced it first hand in the way I have in the last ten days. On Sunday the 10th of October my father died after about six months of struggling with heart failure. He was just a few weeks short of his eightieth birthday.
What amazes and comforts me as I walk through this whole experience is not so much the faith I have that his life continues after the demise of his body. Rather it’s the impact his life of faith had on me and my family while he was still alive, and the effect this had on the funeral service, on our acceptance of his death when it came, and on our journey together as we grieve.
My father was no saint. He was stubborn, opinionated and loved a good debate when he was bored - which meant he would often take an opposing position even if he didn’t believe his own argument. He was unremarkable in many ways - an ordinary guy who loved his wife for more than the 56 years they were married; an entrepreneur who had good instincts and who did well enough in business to feed his generosity to friends, family and the underprivileged. He was a committed church member for pretty much his whole life, and loved singing in the various church choirs he was part of. His was a simple life, but it was a life that is most accurately described as “good” - which is why it had the impact that it did.
On that Sunday morning as I drove home from the services I had been leading I listened to my brother’s shaky message breaking the news, and I found myself laughing and crying at the same time. I wept because I felt hollow and empty at the loss of a mentor, a friend and an anchor for my life. But I laughed, because there was nothing to regret. Dad had no unfinished business in his life. I know he would have loved to have been around for his sixtieth wedding anniversary, but I also know he was ready to die. He had lived and loved with commitment, passion and a determination to stay close and connected with those who were important to him. He died a man who was very deeply loved, and with no enemies left to gloat.
There are men of my age who can find nothing in their lives that their fathers taught them. This is not the case for me. As I watched him sacrificially and whole-heartedly love my mother, I learned how to be a considerate and self-giving lover. As I watched him pursue dreams with tenacity over years, I learned not to give up, and to stay true to myself and my calling. As I debated religion and politics with him I learned how to ask good questions and how to think for myself. As I watched him apologise for his mistakes, I learned to face my own failures and take responsibility for my messes.
I am not the first person to lose a father, and I certainly won’t be the last, but I am so grateful that my father was a man of faith. His commitment to Jesus, made him a good man, and I am a better person because of his influence. Now as I grieve him, I also celebrate him - and the faith that made his life so rich and full and good. And so, if I ever doubted the value of faith, I do so no longer.
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John van de Laar is a Methodist minister, liturgical consultant and the author of the book Food for the Road – Life Lesson from the Lord’s Table. He holds a Master’s Degree in theology from UNISA, and is the founder of Sacredise.com, an international worship training and resourcing ministry. John is married to Debbie, and they have two sons.
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