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I'm back . . . but I'm not going to start my promised 100 Things series right away. My idea is to do 100 Things That Make Me Laugh, and I will do it eventually. But I don't feel like laughing right now.
Maybe you heard on the news today that Chuck Colson -- Nixon "hatchet man" turned Christian turned founder of Prison Fellowship Ministries -- has died. You may not be aware, because I very rarely talk about my job here, that I've worked for Chuck for the past ten years. You'll hear all kinds of things about him on the news and in the obituaries. But the fact that I haven't been able to stop crying on and off for over four hours now should be some small sign of just what an amazing person Chuck Colson truly was.
(It would have been over six hours, but I got the news just before I got on the plane, and I had to hold it in for two hours, not wanting to be the crazy crying woman who scares all the other passengers. So after one quick escape to the restroom to sob in private, I had to sit and read a novel for dear life all through the flight.)
One of my colleagues posted on Facebook the other day, when Chuck's condition grew serious, "I'm not ready." I wasn't ready either. Even though he was 80 years old, even though he had just had major brain surgery, even though we had always had to think about and discuss how we would manage someday when he wasn't with us anymore . . . none of us was ready. We never could have been ready to lose this man.
Till we meet again, Chuck -- boss, teacher, encourager, inspiration, friend.
Remembering Charles Colson, a Man Transformed
Maybe you heard on the news today that Chuck Colson -- Nixon "hatchet man" turned Christian turned founder of Prison Fellowship Ministries -- has died. You may not be aware, because I very rarely talk about my job here, that I've worked for Chuck for the past ten years. You'll hear all kinds of things about him on the news and in the obituaries. But the fact that I haven't been able to stop crying on and off for over four hours now should be some small sign of just what an amazing person Chuck Colson truly was.
(It would have been over six hours, but I got the news just before I got on the plane, and I had to hold it in for two hours, not wanting to be the crazy crying woman who scares all the other passengers. So after one quick escape to the restroom to sob in private, I had to sit and read a novel for dear life all through the flight.)
One of my colleagues posted on Facebook the other day, when Chuck's condition grew serious, "I'm not ready." I wasn't ready either. Even though he was 80 years old, even though he had just had major brain surgery, even though we had always had to think about and discuss how we would manage someday when he wasn't with us anymore . . . none of us was ready. We never could have been ready to lose this man.
Till we meet again, Chuck -- boss, teacher, encourager, inspiration, friend.
Remembering Charles Colson, a Man Transformed
