How I wish I could sit and talk to you. It has been some 17 years since we laid you to rest and I miss you more today than the day we buried you. You were a prince of a man and I speak often of you to my sons.
You had many terrific qualities, not the least of which was your most inquisitive mind. Your thirst for understanding and your willingness to question things led you to several inventions and to find many unorthodox solutions to perplexing problems. I remember you telling me one time that to occupy your mind on the mail route you would intentionally ponder ‘out of the box’ solutions for known problems. In particular, that day you said you were trying to come up with multiple different ways to supply power to a rotating warning horn, an odd, but challenging mental exercise. As with most things, you weren’t satisfied that the best answer had been arrived at.
Maybe it was was your minor in philosophy that made you question, or maybe it was because you loved hard questions that you minored in philosophy, but either way you sought truth, no matter where it took you, and that made you very special. I never realized how incredibly special until the last several years.
It was not until very shortly after you died that I began to hear of a now legendary list of questions you carried in your Bible. -Questions about or from Scripture that perplexed you. That list is what I would most especially love to sit down and talk with you about. Even now, I don’t know what was on it, but I bet I could answer a few of those questions and ask you some even more interesting questions.
You see, about five years ago God started asking me some really hard questions of the Scriptures. Maybe it is a good thing that you weren’t around at that point because nobody else had answers and I was forced into the text, but today, I cannot think of a more invigorating discussion than to share what I have learned and am learning with you. Because you were never afraid to think and ask hard questions, you would love to sit at the table for this discussion in the Scriptures. Not so with everybody else from home… even my own siblings. It takes less than one hand to count the number of people who pursued me asking for interaction, even if only to seek to correct me. Most ran from me. You would have had the coffee pot on and invited me over, or would have surprised me on my doorstep… over and over until you understood, even if we didn’t agree. I miss that.
You were special. Not only did you understand that you didn’t have all the answers; you were willing to dig deeper. In fact, you reveled in the pursuit of truth until the pieces all fit together. I still do not have all the answers, but can guarantee you that I understand much more than I ever did when we had those fun probing conversations. I can probably even answer some of those questions you carried in your Bible.
We’ll meet again and we will have that conversation over coffee. I can’t wait. There is so much I wish to share with you. I just wish I had learned it sooner…
I love and miss you,