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One of my
favorite people of my life died last Saturday.
He was one of my professors in law school, and a remnant of students
followed him around hungrily. They took every class he taught,
listened intently to all he said, and I must say, all those
students' lives were different because of their contact with
him.
In a permissive Yankee community,
he made the men remove their caps in class, and we called him
"sir". When he called on me in class for an answer,
it was a moment of utmost concentration, and I was always aware
that my Carnegie recital had less impact on me than the opportunity
to move into the open space created by the question posed.
David Gregory loved the Bible,
and lived and walked in all the light he knew. I have met very
few people who fall into that category, but the Lord always uses
them to stir the souls of those available.
From the first day of law school,
Professor Gregory reminded me of the Lord I love so much - without
compromise, and loving sacrificially.
The last day he was at the law
school, we talked about his death, and he reminded me that I
had told him a year earlier that my father had been almost uncontrollably
excited to see the Lord when he was near death from cancer.
The death of His saints can
be a magnificently rich experience because the colors of heaven
are seen in the going-home process. The Psalmist noted how precious
the death of the saints is to the Lord - that is because He sees
the crossing over as it really is.
David Gregory is a sojourner and
a pilgrim no longer - he is home! |
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