He was some Guy
Guy Milroy’s smile could light up a coal mine; it certainly would light up a room when he entered. Our friendship spanned a couple of decades, intertwined with all kinds of life events. A lover of accordions, stories and Starbuck’s Christmas blend, nothing about Guy seemed ordinary. The way he loved his family was real, powerful and inspirational. From his laugh to his heart, everything about Guy shouted Jesus.
This past weekend Guy went home to be with His Lord. There is life shrapnel when someone we love dies and leaves us behind. His passing leaves a void, an empty space that we need the Father to fill with memories and hope. I will miss hugging Guy’s neck on a Sunday morning and seeing his happy face beam across the fellowship hall. His animated “Hello Brother!” greeting will echo in my ears for a long time. Yes, the wonderful memory of a courageous and generous man will never leave me.
I know many of you who read my blog didn’t know Guy but I wish you did…
He was some Guy…
"Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints."
“Death in itself cannot be precious; it is terrible. It cannot be a precious thing to God to see the noblest works of his hand torn in pieces, his skillful embroidery in the human body rent, defiled, and given over to decay. Death in itself cannot be a theme for rejoicing with God. But death in the case of believers is another matter. To them, it is not death to die; it is a departure out of this world unto the Father, a being unclothed that we may be clothed upon, a falling asleep, an entrance into the Kingdom.” - C. H. SPURGEON