Written by Foster Duzau for Greg and his Family
2 Corinthians 4:7-12
If you only look at us, you might well miss the brightness. We carry this precious Message around in the unadorned clay pots of our ordinary lives. That’s to prevent anyone from confusing God’s incomparable power with us. As it is, there’s not much chance of that. You know for yourselves that we’re not much to look at. We’ve been surrounded and battered by troubles, but we’re not demoralized; we’re not sure what to do, but we know that God knows what to do; we’ve been spiritually terrorized, but God hasn’t left our side; we’ve been thrown down, but we haven’t broken. What they did to Jesus, they do to us?trial and torture, mockery and murder; what Jesus did among them, he does in us?he lives! Our lives are at constant risk for Jesus’ sake, which makes Jesus’ life all the more evident in us. While we’re going through the worst, you’re getting in on the best!
Until a few weeks ago, I thought I could define the words courage and heroism. But revealed truth tells me that I cannot define these simple, yet complex generalities. In the book of Proverbs it states, ?Though a righteous man falls seven times, yet shall he rise.? During these past few weeks I had the great privilege of spending many hours with Greg. It was the greatest Christmas holiday I have ever experienced. As the disease ravaging Greg?s body, emotions exploding mixed with agonizing moments of pain. I saw a man fall, but he always rose again.
I can?t tell you or rather words fail me to explain the amount of courage it took to rise again after each fall. I was totally amazed at Greg?s determination and character. Tears ran down my face as he would apologize for his disease and the inconveniences he thought he was putting me through. I ask the Lord, ?Where do men acquire such character and courage?? But the Lord remained silent for a while and then said, ?Come and see.?
Jaime, Greg?s sister, attending him at his side. Her eyes were so loving, caring and compassionate. So gentle was her way that I had to make some clumsy excuse to leave or be completely overcome with emotion.
Jeff, Greg?s brother-in-law, was a source of strength, encouragement for everyone. Made sure that everyone?s needs were met. Messages got sent/delivered/pick-ups made on time.
Della, Greg?s mother, loving- loving only as a mother can do. Seeing to Greg?s and everyone?s comfort even before her own. One day while going to visit Greg, I saw his mother sitting outside, alone. Physically she was alone, but I could see that she was filled with memories. Thinking of a pregnancy of not too long ago. Birth of a baby boy. Saying his first words, taking his first steps. His first day of school. The loving memories of a mother?s child. I am sorry for my spying that day. And she never knew that I was observing her. Never did visit Greg that day. Too overcome with the emotion of a mother?s love for her son.
Terry, Greg?s stepfather, Tower of strength. I looked into his eyes and recognized his pain-the pain of losing a son. A pain that I, too, have experienced. He is the source of encouragement and strength from which everyone is standing on. Me included.
Joe, Greg?s little brother. Greg?s right hand man. If Greg needed something, Joe found a way to get it. Even little wooden crosses.
Brandy, Greg?s niece, innocent loving heart of a child.
The Lord answered my question of where does one acquire such character and courage. It comes from loved ones that is instilled within. Thanks Greg for being my friend. And when I get to heaven. I?ll be looking you up again.
Hero, Heroism! Still can?t define it. But I spent the last few weeks in a hospice room full of them.