I was so sorry to hear about the passing of Rich's grandfather. From the e-mails he seemed like a man of vim and vigor to the very end of his earthly life. I praise the Lord for this life, and that his legacy lives on in his beloved grandson. May he find rest and refreshment in the arms of the Savior, and may all who remain find peace and comfort in the everlasting arms.
Jim, Linda and Rebkah
I got nothing from him genetically. He married Grandma who lost her
first husband when Mom was three months old.
When I was three years old he published his doctoral thesis and
dedicated it to Ricky. He and Grandma were the only ones who ever
called me that, but even when I grew older I was still Rick to him.
That dedication did so much to empower me throughout my formative years.
So did his stories of life on the mission field. He taught high
school at the Rift Valley Academy in Kenya, where Mom and Aunt Jeri
attended for almost five years, from 1948 to 1952. He also traveled
extensively through Europe. After returning from the mission field he
taught history at what is now Southern Oregon State University. There
he continued to jog on their track until his doctor urged him to turn
to walking. Until last year he would walk an hour outside just about
every day, and when his doctor asked him not to leave the building he
turned to a stationary bike.
So now I perform historical plays that minister to people all over
the world, and one of the protagonists is an Olympic runner.
I'm so grateful that I got to thank him for all of that about an hour
before his death. My folks called from his room, so I thanked him and
prayed with him, praising the Lord with him that he was trusting
Jesus to cover his sins and enabling him to live forever in his
presence.
