Pancreatic cancer, hmmmm, not good, not good at all. We sat around the control room lost in thought, not really anything to say to that. So, so you think we should swing by and see him, say hello, how he is doing? “Naw man, I don’t need to see him again”, one of the guys says. Another says “I tried to mend things with him before he left, he snubbed me, I owe him nothing”. I thought back to the last time I communicated with him, the day he was forced into retirement a couple of years ago. I had written him a heartfelt e-mail, explaining that we should let the past stay in the past and move forward. I said that I hoped his retirement would be all he hoped for.
Years ago, we would sometimes go out to dinner after working a 12 hour day shift. I was single; he was having problems in his marriage. A little restaurant on the outskirts of town had a steak and lobster special, we liked both. Sometimes we would go to breakfast after working all night. We were not the best of buddies, but we were friends. He had been somewhat of a mentor to me at the power plant, and had helped me a lot in my training when I was a student.
A former Naval officer trained at Annapolis, the Harvard level college of military colleges. He had served in the Navy for a normal stint, then left to start a family and settle down after the Vietnam War. He had worked over thirty years at the power plant before retiring.
He had joined the supervision team a few years back, and everything changed. In short, he became known as a tyrant. Always his way or the highway, no middle ground, and a harsh disciplinarian to boot. He changed overnight, it was heartbreaking to watch.
The man would ride people so hard, he had bad feelings with everyone he knew. He would get results at work, but at everyone else’s expense. I tried to talk to my friend many times to explain gently what was being perceived, but he would turn even on me, and our friendship was crushed. By the time he would be dealt with, he had been a supervisor for six years, and morale was in chaos. People would go to great lengths to avoid the man, not even speak with him, it was terrible.
One day, a wise manager got tired of the complaints and pulled him out of supervision, and put him on a desk. He was told he could stay a couple of months to finish out the year, but then he must retire, his reign was over. In the two and a half years since his retirement, I have not seen him. I have still carried a sadness with me over the friend lost, yet I have done nothing.
His wife is long gone, his son in his thirties and seldom seen. He sits at home alone. Last night I prayed so long and hard about him, asking God what I knew he would want me to do, and then finally listening to him. The man is my brother, and I need to go and love him, give what comfort I can. In Luke 6:32 is my answer, 32 “If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? Even sinners love those who love them. 33 And if you do good to those who are good to you, what credit is that to you? Even sinners do that.
If someone wrongs us, we are not to hold on to our anger forever, but to forgive as we have been forgiven. We are to love as we have been loved. So I am going to go see him today, I know he doesn’t have long aside from God giving him a miracle, you see my mother went from pancreatic cancer, it is really bad stuff, so there is not much time. I need to show him we are still brothers, shoulder to shoulder until the end. You see, making things right is what God wants of us, in Matt. :24-25 He says 23 “Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother or sister has something against you, 24 leave your gift there in front of the altar. First go and be reconciled to them; then come and offer your gift.
So I am going to go, please pray for me that I can provide a small modicum of comfort to him, he is God’s child, which makes him my brother. Please pray for him that he will not be overwhelmed with pain and that his heart will be right with God.
God Bless, Jim