My Tribute to a Friend
Loud! That s the first word that comes to mind when I think of my friend. This tall outspoken leader, of the church that I am serving, would become a support and colleague in ways I could never imagine from a man who was 40 years my senior. Many people will talk of Zeke Smith s accomplishments in the community. And, the list is long and genuine. Others will talk of his long career with Potter and Brumfield, an international company, and how he helped to steer its success. But I am reminded of many talks in my office of his faith, family and God.
When Zeke entered the church office I could always hear his voice through my door. Is he in? he would boom. Then he would saunter into my office and take a seat and begin to unravel the stories of his life and the questions of his faith. One phrase I often enjoyed was, to make a long story longer After living 8 decades, at the time, he was still reading current authors on theology. He liked to discuss their views. One of his favorite theologians was William Barclay. He thought that he got most of it just right. I loved the stimulation to my own mind and heart that Zeke provided. And I was humbled that, this educated man, from an educated family, who had traveled extensively, and entertained bishops in his home, trusted my council and respected my opinion. He cannot be replaced.
He often came through the line at church at the conclusion of worship to shake my hand. You were wading in deep water today he would say in reference to the controversial or challenging theme of the message. He had been listening. He was attentive and active and a great visionary.
Zeke quietly died in his home Monday night. Even at 90, his death was unexpected.
I will miss his voice, but I will miss our talks. I have lost my loudest cheerleader, my deepest thinker and my strongest voice for the future of the church. The last experience I had with Zeke was on Ash Wednesday. I placed ashes upon his tall forehead and said, you are dust, and to dust you shall return. As I caused him to face his own mortality he politely said, Thank you.
As I prepare to conduct the celebration of his resurrection, I am reminded of his own assurance of Christ s love for him. I am reminded that Zeke got it. I am reminded that God now holds him. I am reminded that I have been fortunate and blessed to have known him as a brother in Christ and to call him a personal friend.
Sharing in Faith,
Rev. Craig W. Duke