Its raining here today, and the deluge could not feel more appropriate. While the earth receives what the Father has decided it needs, our hearts are heavy and our cheeks are continually wet.
Last Saturday we lost a dear friend and mentor, Dr. Dan Hasty.
I’ve never written a tribute and I’m certain I’m not even in the top 100 people experiencing grief because of Doc’s home going. But it would be an injustice to not build a memorial, if nowhere but here and in my heart, to a man who has deeply touched 4 out of 5 of my family members.
Doc entered paradise on Saturday morning and as sure as the rain falls today, our friend hugged our Lord Jesus immediately. Doc taught many adult classes, but shortly after Mike and I moved here, we joined the Spiritual Gifts class that Doc was so famous for. We spent over ten weeks learning and absorbing all Doc taught us about the importance of the gifting of the Holy Spirit, the unity and strength of the body of Christ working together, and evaluating and processing through our spiritual gifts.
(Both Mike and I are Pastor/Shepard first, depart for our secondary gifts, and then scored together with teaching as our third. I remember Doc laughing with us about the irony of having a husband and wife with the same spiritual gift. I can’t thank the Lord enough for the opportunity to have studied under Doc. I will thank him again when I see him because putting my finger on something I’d wrestled with has opened such incredible doors in my life and my heart.)