My Friend, Chuck
My friend, Chuck, died Thursday night.
Chuck was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer just a few short weeks ago. He went through a succesful surgery, which I sat through with him. He had been released from the hospital just a few days ago.
Something happened with his heart and the blood thinners he was on. He just couldn’t make it.
I’m surprised.
You see, Chuck was 71 years old, but as his surgeon told me upon the completion of his operation, “Chuck had the insides of a 30-year old.” That means he was healthier and in better shape than me!
Chuck worked out a couple hours everyday and rode his bike about 20 miles. Chuck was our primary drummer for worship gatherings. I was the backup. The only reason I was even playing drums at all was because Chuck inspired me to pick up my sticks again after 20 years of not playing. And my 3-year old, Eliot, loves playing drums because of “Mr. Chuck.”
Chuck inspired me in a lot of ways. Though on in years, he was open to anything. Though used to a large-church setting, he loved our little community of faith. Chuck’s wife has been battling terminal cancer (the “no use going through chemotherapy kind”) for several years. We all thought Chuck would outlive her. Chuck cared for her with the meticulous care of a bedside nurse. He was a hero. I realized that as I held his wife’s hands and prayed with her over Chuck’s lifeless body. I heard her say, “You were my angel.” And he was.
That’s probably why I spent a whole day driving him to Savannah for his operation and staying through it. That’s probably why I visited him a few days after and stayed for several hours. That’s probably why I shaved him and helped bathe him while he was in hospital.
He had done so much for his wife, and me, and others … how could I not be a servant for him?
I saw Jesus in Chuck. And because Jesus is resurrected I not only know that Chuck and I will play drums together again, and Chuck will workout again, and Chuck will ride his bike again … I also know I must serve others the way Chuck served his wife, and me, and …
I must serve here and now, because God’s kingdom has been inaugurated. I know that because I’ve known Chuck.
For me and my family, a little rhythm has gone away with Chuck’s passing. It’s a rhythm that we will need to step into. A rhythm that we should now pick up for Chuck, as we serve others in Jesus’ name … just like Chuck did.
SO TELL ME SOMETHING:
Who is a “Chuck” in your life?
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Brian Niece
www.brianniece.com
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