Who's Crying Now?

On Saturday, I attended the funeral for a member of our church.  He died suddenly of a heart attack at age 44.  This man had a disability, and had lost both his parents and two of his siblings.  At a previous church he had attended, he had been first charged for a ride to church, and later asked not to attend at all.  If anyone had reason to be angry with God, it was this man.  And yet, he was not angry with God.  At every service, this man would sit in the front row, fully participating in every aspect of the church service.  During worship, he would raise his hands, sing and clap as loudly as he could.  During the sermon, no one was more attentive.  Away from church, he would spend hours studying the Bible.  When he would listen to praise music, he would sing along so loudly that it was impossible to watch TV in his house.  Many people would say that this man did not have much to offer God.  He was not a talented speaker; Though he would sing exuberantly, he did not have any musical talent to speak of.  In spite of his limitations, he had a profound impact on our church.  Nearly 300 people filled our church for his memorial service.  I can't remember ever being in a memorial service where God was so truly worshiped as he was on Saturday.  I thank the Lord for the life of this man and the example that he was to those around him.