Happy Monday. “May all who come behind us find us faithful.”
These are the words written by Jon Mohr, copyrighted in 1991.
This song became very special to me at the time of my husband’s homegoing.
Last week marked thirteen years since he finished his race. I feel a great void which seems to grow bigger with time.
Some things I miss are these.
1. His sense of humor. I heard his jokes many times in the fifty plus years, yet he made me laugh.
2. His close walk with God, even as a teen boy. Perhaps because his own father left the home while he was young, his Heavenly Father became so real to Him.
3. His care of people. He remembered names and made everyone important.
4. His simple, yet profound preaching. He put the “jelly on the bottom shelf” so anyone could understand.
I loved this poem he often quoted. It challenges me–how about you?
“The Bridge Builder”
An old man, going a lone highway
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide;
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?”
The builder lifted his gray head:
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.”