I received disturbing news when I got home today. Pastor Rod of Westside Community Church in Apopka passed away today.
Tomorrow I will go to the grocery store and get the fixings for my world famous “grown up mac & cheese” and take to Paula and the family. But tonight, I’m thinking about how much Rod loved them.
I know this because of conversations I shared with him about my own family. I understand how he loved his daughters because that’s how my Dad loved me, and when Rod spoke of Rebekah and Rachel, I heard my own Dad talking about me…the worry, the love, the faith that I would be okay. Rod helped me understand the love of a father for his daughter…I couldn’t see it with my own Dad…much too close, but Rod could articulate it for me.
I have a piece of art Paula made. It’s a beautiful collage with this phrase: When we understand that God has called us individually, by name, it profoundly alters the way we live. Rod helped me really understand that I had been called like that, individually…that God waited until he was ready for me and I was ready for him, and that I now enjoy a freedom in Christ that I could never have imagined for myself before that call.
I know he’ll be missed, but I also know he’s at perfect peace now and right where he has always hoped to be. May his family find peace this first night without him and may they find comfort in God’s promises to them.