Gerry was a really nice guy. He was a college classmate of mine and I am proud to call him a friend. Gerry came from a single parent home. His mother had passed away when he was small. His father, a factory worker, worked very hard at raising Gerry to be a fine young man. From my perspective, Gerry’s father did a stellar job. He couldn’t have asked for a better son.
During my sophomore year, Gerry was killed saving the life of a twelve year old boy. Typical of Gerry, witnesses said he never hesitated. Sometimes you get lucky in life and get to know a true hero. Gerry was just one of those people. Gerry was giving a neighborhood kid a ride to the store when his “horrible-hunk-of-junk-should-have-been-in-a-salvage-yard” car accelerator got stuck and the car careened out of control. At the last second, Gerry shoved the kid out of the car and took the full impact against a mighty oak tree.
When I think about how I am asked to make sacrifices around the church, I think about Gerry. Without exception, my “sacrifice” is nothing compared to Gerry’s. Jesus says in the Gospel of John, “No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friend.” Gerry believed it, lived it and died for it. So as I sometimes say without thinking, “I’m too tired to do that” or “I’m too busy to get that done”, I hear Gerry’s voice saying, “Really?”
This blog consists of reflections written by the minister each week for the Sunday bulletin. We hope that you enjoy the musings!