Your death has been the most shocking and painful thing I've heard all year, yet I did not know you personally. I notice I'm not alone in my pain, I'm seeing several others, who either were personal friends of yours, or like me, knew and admired you from a distance. The one thing we share in common this Sunday morning is our shock.
When I saw your pictures on my instagram feed this morning, without reading the captions I'd simply believed that today must be your birthday and i muttered a birthday wish as I scrolled passed. Yet one caption caught my eyes; you will be missed. And I rushed back to the top of my feed, surely you were leaving the country that's why you'd be missed, surely you could not be dead.
But it turns out that you are. The tears came. Because it simply makes no sense. The death of such a young, vibrant, handsome, talented, God-loving, God-serving, God-fearing young man makes no sense whatsoever, especially when they say the cause of death is malaria, or taking expired drugs for malaria or something senseless like that.
How cold death is!
I used to watch you lead worship sessions at House on The Rock, crossed paths with you a few times and each time I'd think "What a man. What a complete man!". Your presence, talent and person could never be ignored, you were a rare one! Really, your death makes absolutely no sense.
I pray that God consoles the young family that you left behind. Your beautiful young wife and that cute little son of yours. I pray that God consoles your loved ones. I pray and know that He will welcome you with opens arms. Surely He must have really needed a good one like you up there, that's why He let you go.
Rest in peace sir. You will be remembered, your memory will never fade, you will be greatly missed.