I grew up in a small town in west Texas – Kermit (Go Yellow Jackets!!). In my hometown you could find a wide variety of folks but everyone got along fine.
One of the things I remember about our church and our community is that a couple of times per year they would do what I would call the “preacher swap.” Our pastor would preach in another church in town one Sunday and a pastor from another church would preach in our church. It was one of those Sunday’s that I was introduced to Brother Lewis. He was the pastor of the black Baptist church in Kermit. I had never in my life heard anyone preach with that much passion and enthusiasm. When he really got “cranked up” he would begin to sing his sermon. I never watched the time when I listened to him preach. I guess the reason I was so drawn to him was that his preaching was a mere reflection of who he was and how he lived. He was a true humble servant of God. It affected me to the level that I would take some friends and go to their church occasionally, just to hear him preach.
The only catch to going to visit his church was that if you visited, he would expect you to get up and sing for the congregation. Now, I’m not sure you are getting the picture, but it was impossible to sneak into their church and blend in and remain anonymous – I was a little lighter skinned than the norm of the others sitting in the room. So I knew when I went that I would have to sing – but I didn’t mind – it was worth it.
I tell you all of this because I am going to today to pay my last respects to this legend of a preacher. A man that affected so many lives. A man that was arrested in the 60’s for his non-violent protests. A man that marched on more than one occassion with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. A man who leaves a huge hole in so many lives.
He did not pastor a mega-church. In fact, his name never became well-known. But for those lives he touched – he was a giant and he will be missed!
So I am going to his funeral today – I wonder if they will ask me to sing! 🙂
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