Thoughts after a funeral
So far today has been pretty tough. Actually the past several days have been pretty tough. I haven’t blogged about this yet but last Wednesday my friend Mike died. Mike was 24. It doesn’t matter what the issues are – 24 is too young to die.
I only knew Mike for about a year. He started coming to our church with his mom and immediately got plugged in to our worship ministry. He was an incredible piano player and was passionate about being part of a team of people who would lead our church in worship. Mike had lots of worship leading experience and was eager to learn more. I remember one of our first conversations, Mike came up to me and said “Chris, I want to do what you do!” That conversation started a series of meetings where Mike & I got together to talk about his faith, his desire to serve God and to be obedient to the call on his life.
Mike & I used to talk about how awesome it would be if he could spend a year or so in a real high level role with the church where he would serve in a different area of our worship ministry every week – planning services, playing piano or guitar, helping our tech team, lots of different things. Mike was so passionate about just being part of the team and accomplishing whatever we could so that our congregation was able to worship God.
When Mike told me a couple of months ago that he had been accepted to a Bible college to start taking courses in music ministry, I was incredibly proud of him and the steps he had taken to make that happen. It was so exciting to see him be able to put some flesh and bones on his dreams. At the same time I was really bummed that Mike wouldn’t be around our church – the school is out of town and he would have to live on campus.
If I have heard one thing about Mike in the past week it was that Mike was the gentlest guy anybody knew. If ever there was a guy that was impossible to NOT be friends with, it was Mike. I honestly cannot think of a moment of knowing Mike where he was not smiling, excited and genuinely interested in those around him. How could you not like a guy like that??
Mike was also incredibly talented. He was one of those musicians (and the worship leaders who read this will understand the value in what I’m about to say) that I had 100% confidence in. When I asked Mike to be a part of a service or asked him to carry an intro or a solo I had ZERO doubt that Mike would be able to pull it off at a level that would make me proud. Someone told the story this morning that some people who heard Mike play once nicknamed him Michael W. Thwaites because of his natural ability and what he was able to do on the piano.
I could honestly talk about Mike for hours. And, this week, I have. I’ve talked about him with other pastors here, I’ve talked about him with his family, I’ve talked about him with other people from our worship ministry and I’ve talked about him with friends. I’ve told them stories of Mike’s deep longing to be obedient to God and his desire for God to use his life in incredible ways. I’ve remembered how much Mike taught me in the short time that I knew him and how he continues to teach me through the stories that I hear about him, telling me new, incredible things about his life and the impact that he had on those around him.
So I am not ashamed to say that I miss my friend Michael. I do, so much. I will treasure the last conversation we had where he told me about some great things God had recently done in his life – things we had been praying about for months. I will miss his goofy smile, the funny way he would sit at the piano so he could see his music just right. I’ll miss his talent and the music that came when he played.
I do not doubt for one second where Mike is right now. Mike is in the front row of heaven with his arms up worshipping in a way that is wholly familiar but completely new at the same time. Mike has very literally been given new eyes and new ears to see and hear the glorious things that God has for him now. My prayer is that we would never forget what Mike has taught us – to seek God first, to be obedient to the call on our lives and to be faithful with what God’s given us. I know that I have been pushed in all of those areas because of my friend Mike.
THWAITES, Michael Gordon
Suddenly at his home on Wednesday, June 18, 2008 in his 25th year; beloved son of Wendy and David Thwaites. Michael leaves behind his brothers Bryan and Matt, his grandmother Marie Willan and his grandparents Carol and Peter Koeslag. Michael is survived by his aunt Linda, uncles George, Stephen and Rod, other relatives and many friends. Having been predeceased by his grandfathers Graham Willan and George Thwaites and his uncle Russ Willan. Michael walked his 25 years on earth with a passion to serve, to love God and others. He loved music and worship, he served in mission outreaches in Honduras, El Salvador, and New York City and serving at both Teen Ranch Orangeville and Teen Ranch, Scotland. He completed college at Faith Mission College Edinburgh, Scotland before returning to continue his service at Teen Ranch, Orangeville.
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