I recently shared here about my former pastor’s struggle with cancer and some thoughts about healing. Sadly, the man I posted about passed away this past Saturday. His name was Orie, and he was 55.
I had mentioned in that post that our relationship with Orie had been damaged and I had hoped for some sort of reconciliation. When we chose not to continue to attend church services and took a step back from institutional Christianity, he didn’t understand. He was hurt. We were hurt by some things as well. I chose not to re-enter his life over these past several months that he was so sick. The man was in incredible pain and ended up going the last month of his life without any nourishment. Any meeting with him would have been to clear my conscience. He didn’t need that. He needed to be with his family.
My heart is sad for his wife of 30+ years and for his three kids. Orie will miss the kids’ weddings and will not get to meet any grandchildren on this side of heaven. He won’t be there when his youngest graduates high school. I know that this happens to many families, but I can’t help but feel especially sad in this case. I know how much of himself he poured into the church fellowship we used to attend. How much had he already missed of his family in the name of serving God?
The memorial service is tonight. I won’t be attending for numerous reasons, but I will be remembering. I remember the man that cried with me when I grieved and encouraged me in my faith. I remember when he showed up on a Saturday at our house with his chain saw and attacked our backyard with great flourish (we had a work day and he wouldn’t miss that “fun” for anything!) A friend of mine posted on her facebook page that if there are bobcats in heaven, Orie will be the happiest man there. He was all about digging in the dirt! Many people will miss him. I just hope that among the many that someone really knew him. It’s hard for anyone to really know you when you are spread so thin.
I am especially praying for his wife right now. She has an entire congregation of people who feel like they lost their personal mentor / shepherd / father figure right now. She is very much in the spotlight, and I hope that she is given the privacy and gives herself the permission to truly grieve. If she is angry with God, I pray that she will allow herself that. We’ve all been there, and it is so much more painful to deny ourselves the process.
So I celebrate the life of this man who meant so much to so many. I am grateful for the season in which we were a part of each other’s lives. I am glad he is not suffering anymore, but I am so sad for his family.