One of my closest friends, a man about 20 years my senior and who I’ve known and admired since I was in my 20s, has been stricken with Alzheimer’s disease.
It’s been escalating for over a year. And now it’s gotten to the place where he doesn’t remember our last phone conversation.
This is a man who I owe a great debt to in my Christian life and ministry. He’s the first one who exposed me to God’s heart for the poor and the oppressed, something I’ve been totally focused on for the last three years.
My friend isn’t on the Internet, for he has no computer. (I bought him two computers over the years, but one died and the other he sold.)
He’s never written a book, he has no blog or email address, and he is largely unknown. Yet he’s the smartest and wisest man I’ve ever met. A hidden gem in Christ.
One sad memory is burned in my brain. Last year, I treated my friend to dinner at an upscale steak restaurant called Charley’s steakhouse.
We finished our meal and he went off to the restroom. I waited, and when he didn’t return, I started searching for him.[Continue Reading…]