Knowing the man in person was a gift. The Cuz'n was one of the wittiest fellows I've ever met; quietly madcap. He was a master of non-sequitur humor, which I love myself, and our times together were filled with hours of the mad stuff. On more than one occasion, our “play” captured the attention of people around us and we presently filled a room with laughter; all because of my Cuz’n Robert’s wonderful and light hearted view of the world.
He was the easiest of men to like. I doubt if he ever had an unkind thought, or said an unkind thing about anyone. But, boy, could he make light of all of our shortcomings; a light that was like a beautiful day.
Here is his last message to a little e-mail list we have:
I was talking about my computer problems and then how grateful I am for what he has given me thus far. Then I began to think about the persecuted and martyred and how those folk have real problems compared with mine.
I began to think about not only those in physical torment but those who convert under duress, thinking they are saving their families. What shame they must feel. How like Peter and Judas they must feel. Those are real problems.
I began to feel a little bit awkward bothering God about my fairly good health, my computer, and the ills of my friends. But then I got a flash; He's God. He answers ALL prayer. He doesn't have a priority list system like, "Your sister is much more in need so I'll get to you later." Or, your friend is much more deserving so kindly wait in line".
Conclusion: Keep 'em coming bub, big and small. I love answering prayers.
"Come to me all who labor and are heavily burdened and I will give you rest."
Isn't God great?
cuzn blesseth thee
He always signed his notes with those three words, and I believed he meant it as few folks do… I will miss him very much.
