My Poppa passed away last week at 98. This is a tribute I wrote to honour him. I hope the wise lessons he taught me, can be a blessing to you.
I know what my grandfather’s Bible looks like. Considering I’ve lived in QLd and he in NSW since I was 4 years old, I think that is significant.
How do I know?
Because I have a strong memory of him reading it often. It was always sitting on the breakfast table near his bowl of salted, oatmeal porridge, ready for his morning reading and prayer time.
It was always there when I visited and it was always there when he visited us.
My Poppa personified
“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path”.
He lived it.
He let it pervade every aspect of his life.
One day in my thirties, I challenged him on a topic.
Proudly I sprouted my foolish, modern, feministic view on life. Poppa was sitting at our family’s kitchen table in Bald Hills, QLD.
He told me my view wasn’t Biblical.
He explained truths.
I still remember that conversation clearly.
He knew how to defend the word of God.
He knew what it said.
It changed me.
Another day, whilst visiting in Gosford, Poppa and I went for a walk to buy stamps at the post office.
Although just a few meters up the road from their villa, this was no quick jaunt.
First he took time to greet the older man in the street and hear his news.
Next he spent time cheering up the miserable post office lady with one of his many jokes -
Then on the way back, he chatted for several minutes to another man about the LORD and I haven’t even mentioned yet all the other people along the way that he cheered by smiling, waving or nodding to.
Every one seemed to know him or be known by him in some little way.
He cared about others.
He took time to talk and listen to their needs.
He put others before himself.
He definitely loved his neighbor.
He definitely loved Jesus.
I heard someone once say Poppa talked too much.
But they simply didn’t understand.
They didn’t understand the joy you can bring to a stranger’s life by simply being kind, listening to them and taking the time to chat and cheer them up.
Over the years I watched him many times.
I know all the marvelous good he did.
I’m learning to be like him.
To share the LORD and his love with strangers.
Poppa learned it from Jesus.
From sitting daily at His feet.
My Poppa may no longer be on this earth but I ask that you continue his legacy.
Soak yourself in the Word of God daily.
Talk to strangers and share God’s love, joy and peace with them.
Cheer them with jokes.
Smile and wave at them.
Let them know that they are cared for by God.
There is so much I could remember Poppa for, but this is what I choose to remember him for the most.
Love your granddaughter, Sharon.