Sunday, December 28, 2014

A pre-eulogy to Uncle Dick


Rather than share his eulogy, which I’ve had written for about five years, I’ll instead give my Uncle Dick some praise while he’s still amongst the living. I’m inspired to do so today, after attending his retirement service this morning from 65 years in the ministry. His total number of retirements is more than the amount of Americans that died from Ebola. The Dick VanTine virus though has spread all across the country, infecting the lives of all he’s touched with a tremendous amount of warmth and God’s love.

I don’t know of anyone who leaves such a lasting impression upon everyone he meets like Uncle Dick does. He can enter room filled with 500 people and by the end of the night, each individual will be made to feel special by Uncle Dick. He has a true gift of connecting with people, of all ages, from young children to whom he says, ‘Shake my hand,’ to those who are even older than he is. Others may try his methods of connecting with others and end up with a black eye, but Uncle Dick has a way of asking a complete stranger, ‘Do you feel as bad as you look?’ and gain a new friend.

Uncle Dick is far from the White House, though he lives in a neighborhood with more crooks than are in D.C and am willing to bet he’s positively affected more lives than a number of Presidents, Obama for sure. Through his years in ministry, not to mention his years of working with children’s services, Uncle Dick has literally saved lives and directed many onto the right path and instilled within them the confidence to do great things. He’s the master of building personal relationships with everyone. We all like to feel like we matter, and that’s what Uncle Dick does so well. He forms personal connections.

Anyone whose single has been asked by Uncle Dick, “Give me a full report.” He’s always interested in the search for a person’s spouse. The true test of a relationship is having your date meet Uncle Dick. In his own unique way, he’d interrogate and then start asking about a wedding date. He’s performed over 3,000 weddings, and I’m proud to be one of them.

My dad often says about Uncle Dick, “He gave it all away,” Uncle Dick has never been able to stand being ahead. He never cared about financial gain, only about the riches of proving a good time for others. He’d reach deep into his own pockets to provide things like pool parties while serving the church. As a man whose devoted his life to ministry, I can’t think of anything more appropriate than for Uncle Dick to give it all away. He’s a shining example of Christ, who gave his life for us. Uncle Dick has given so much of himself for us.

He lives for Christ and I witnessed it at church this morning. Uncle Dick is starting to move like an old man. Walking and standing for very long are a struggle, but when the choir began singing one of his favorite songs, he leapt to his feet and led the congregation very spiritedly. Swinging his arms and moving around like a man half his age. My eyes became a little watery and it so awesome to see him be carried by his love of serving Christ.

Despite his 65 years in ministry, I’ve never heard Uncle Dick quote scripture, outside of a church setting. He says the prayer at family gatherings, because as he says, ‘The one who prays eats first,’ especially if corn on the cob is served. He can eat them by the dozen, followed by a whole bowl of candy. Anyway, Uncle Dick spreads his faith by his actions and relationships with others, not by talking about the Bible.

There is so much more that can be said about Uncle Dick, I haven’t even touched the surface. Hopefully we’ll work together to write a book about his life, there’s certainly enough material to fill one. He’s a very special person, and one I very much admire. I fall very short in comparison, but if there’s anyone I’d like to emulate in how he treats others it’s Uncle Dick. Like with so many others, he has made a positive impression on me.

 

 

Friday, December 26, 2014

Shopping is Hard


There’s no wonder that shopping is mostly a woman’s sport, it’s because they are nearly impossible to buy for. That became very clear to me this Christmas, when the Mrs started asking for the receipt before she finished opening each gift. The worst part is, I really thought she would love everything. I had spent hours, or at least minutes, searching for the perfect gift.

It’s often said this time of year that, ‘Giving is better than receiving.’ That must have originated from a wife whose husband shopped for her. To be fair, it’s not all the fault of men, as we wouldn’t dare try and buy our bride clothes. She doesn’t even trust my fashion sense enough to buy clothes for myself. Plus, kitchen appliances are frowned upon as gifts. A toaster doesn’t send the right message, neither does an iron. Women always enjoy getting flowers, but I wrapped a bouquet last year, but they were all dead by Christmas morning when she opened it.

An item from her list was nail polish, seems simple enough…wrong! There is not only 50 shades of grey, but of every other color too. Trying to find a plain red gave me a headache worse than when I smell nail polish remover. The shade of red I picked was to crimson, whatever that means. Plus I only got one bottle, instead of getting two, which would have allowed me to get a third for half price or up to five for 60% off if I had used a coupon. A person almost needs a degree in accounting to understand all the percentages that can be saved. I failed Algebra 101, two times, so the only percentage I understand is 100% (not because it’s what I got on my tests). Unfortunately, I tend to always pay 100% of the sales price.

Another gift the wife asked for was some towels for the bathroom. Again, color choice proved to be my downfall. I selected some puffy, exceptionally absorbent 100% cotton green towels. She hadn’t even felt their softness before saying, “Green? Green? What color is our bathroom?” I had to stop and think for a minute, my focus is usually on my aim or whatever I’m reading while in the bathroom, not on the walls. “Did you think green would go with blue?”…..I’m still trying to figure out the problem.

She had also requested a ‘hot nuts’ scented candle. I got some strange looks when I said, “My wife loves the smell of hot nuts.” One clerk suggested a 50 Shades of Grey candle, as being the closest thing, but I declined. There was nothing that really even resembled hot nuts, so I just got her a jar of peanut butter and offered to microwave it instead of lighting a candle to create the aroma. In hindsight, the 50 Shades candle would have been a better idea.
It’s the thought that counts, right? Even if the thoughts are rather misguided. Next year I think I’ll play it safe and just get gift cards or at least remember to save the receipts