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One of our good friends was already in the last years of his life when we met him.
Albert was a bachelor all his life. In WWII he had been a merchant marine who’d been on a sinking ship not once, not twice, but three times. He’d been a prisoner of war. His words often flew out of his mouth before he’d had a chance to sensor them. And he had definite opinions on everything.
He was the crustiest man we’ve ever known. Yet, through Albert’s actions he did lead like Jesus.
He put God first.
I remember a few years ago I overheard my preschool son tell his sister, my elementary aged daughter, “You are not the boss of me.” There was another time, this time, I was an employee. The woman who was my supervisor preferred the staff, those of us who were her employees - NOT call her the “boss.” She had become our supervisor, not by applying for the job or by promotion, but by default. Since no one else was qualified to take her position, she was in charge of us – her employees. And she did not like being the boss.
I Bless the Lord, my soul; all my being, bless his holy name!
Bless the Lord, my soul; do not forget all the gifts of God,
Who pardons all your sins, heals all your ills,
Delivers your life from the pit, surrounds you with love and compassion,
Fills your days with good things; your youth is renewed like the eagle's.
- Psalm 103, 1-5
In 2003, Easter Sunday arrived on April 20. So did my heart attack.