Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Evie

Last night, a friend of mine passed away. She wasn't a close friend, but someone I've known for years. Actually, we used to sing on the same worship team at church several years ago. My, what a voice! Evie kinda kept to herself, which initially led me to believe that she was a bit of a snob. I didn't care for her much when I first met her...though I certainly respected and appreciated her talents. Sad how we can so easily judge a person based on so little information. Then, a little over three years ago, I started working for Compassion International. To my surprise, I saw Evie working here too. We shared the same passion for ministering to children in poverty...and I never even knew it! It wasn't too long ago that I heard Evie was diagnosed with cancer. Co-workers pitched in money to help with meals, medical bills, etc. We even sent the family to a Disney on Ice show. She has four kids. At our recent divisional picnic, Evie was there. I sat just about five feet from her. We looked at each other and smiled...but I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I don't think we needed any words that day. Though, in retrospect, I wish I would have said something. I wish I would have completely ignored the obvious and just said "hello." I've never been good at dealing with death or dying. Which is odd, because I've seen a lot of it in my life. Last night, Evie said goodbye to this world...and hello to her Maker. I pray that God will ease the pain her family must be going through today. I pray for her husband and children. In many ways, I envy her. At this very moment, she knows what it's like to bow in the presence of her Heavenly Father. She can hear the angels singing...worshipping God. And I'm sure she's singing along. My...what a voice.

5 comments:

Kat said...

Just to be sure, is the Evie you're talking about the same one that same "I'm Only Four Foot Eleven" and one of the forerunners of CCM?

Tim Glenn said...

No...she is not Kat. This Evie is Evie Fisher. Mother of 4. Involved in her local church. Sang on the worship team on occasion.

Advait said...

My commiserations to you ... even though you didn't have her for a pal ... she must have been connecte dto you in so many ways that you find yourself attached in more ways that you would understand. I have met people ... I would have liked to have them as friends but never would have the courage to approach them ... seems like a wall and barriers exist between us ... wish i had the power to break them ...

Tim Glenn said...

Advait,

I think you just did! Thank you for commenting on my blog. I know what you mean about these walls. I'm actually the world's worst when it comes to connecting with people. That's why I hide here in the blogosphere, instead of the real world.
I do have a dear friend from Kerala. What part of India are you in?

Andy said...

I don't get why Evie died. I know God is God, but I don't get it. It just seems wrong. I know God is love, but I don't get it. It just seems cruel. I know we live in a fallen world and that he died to save and redeem us. Still, I think about Paul and the kids and I just want to cry.

Jesus healed so many. Why wasn't Evie one of them?

I was talking to Kenny (do you know Kenny, Tim?) and he was telling me about some missionaries he knows in Africa. They have seen people raised from the dead, and yet one of the biggest needs their church has is coffins.

I don't understand.

"Blessed are those who grieve, because they will be comforted."

Lord comfort Evie's wife and kids. Strengthen them and let Evie's assurance of you as she faced death be a great strength to them. And Lord, even though my grief is small compared to theirs, comfort me too. And comfort Tim.

Amen.