My wife and
I have had two “most favorite of all time” pastors in our lives, including our
current pastor, Bro. Kern.
My
brother-in-law and sister-in-law also “sat under” these two pastors, and loved
them dearly. Speaking of the former of the two men who served Bartow Church of
God, and whom we loved and respect, during the eighth decade of the 20th
century a man named Paul Shoemaker was pastor.
My wife’s
sister told me the following story about Paul’s first few days on the job.
It so
happened that when Rev. Shoemaker made his debut in our church, one of the
pillars of our congregation, Bro. Glover, provided him what might be described
as a “guided tour” of the homes of various parishioners.
One home
they chose to visit was that of Clarence and Sue, my in-laws. It is important
to note that these precious people are the parents of a dear young man named,
“Wade” who was born with Spina Bifida. (I use the present tense phrase “are the
parents” since though he has left his earthly home, Wade is still alive and
well in the home of His Savior).
At the time
Wade was eight or nine, and was at that moment lying on the floor. (He had been
wheelchair bound his entire life, and seemed to enjoy lying flat on the floor).
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Peeking out the window Sue recognized
Bro. Glover, and presumed the man who stood next to him was the new pastor.
My
sister-in-law was, perhaps, slightly embarrassed for the good minister to see
Wade lying on the tile floor, but she hurried to open the door, greeted the two
men, and welcomed them into the house.
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I can only
presume that Mr. Glover had previously told Bro. Shoemaker about Wade’s medical
condition, as it would be common to ‘brief’ new pastors about such things
before they are introduced to their parishioners.
As the two
men walked into the door, and after the exchange of names, Sue introduced Wade
to Rev. Shoemaker. Suddenly, an amazing thing occurred. The sixty year old
pastor dropped to his knees, and then lay prostrate on the floor; so that he
was looking Wade directly in the eyes.
The former
of the two spoke.
“Hey Wade!
I’ve heard about you. It’s so good to meet you.”
You would
have to know Wade. He had a smile as big as all outdoors. And he seemed to wear
that smile 99.9 percent of the time. Today was no exception.
“Hello
pastor. Nice to meet you too.”
There’s a
song I absolutely love and which Billy Joel sings, “And So It Goes.” Well, and
so it went. Paul and Wade, two human beings separated by half a century, lay
there looking at one another, and getting along famously.
For a few
minutes, it was as if the adults in the room didn’t exist. Bro. Shoemaker
didn’t have to work at it, or “put on airs.” In retrospect, it might be said
that Pastor Shoemaker loved Wade, and Wade loved him. (As his uncle, I’m
biased, but I think everyone loved Wade).
As Sue
completed her story, I marveled at the natural, “don’t have to work hard at it”
humbleness that permeated every aspect of this wonderful man.
Among the
thousands of believers I have met during the course of my seven decades on this
planet, Rev. Shoemaker is among two or three of the humblest, and ironically
greatest human beings I have ever known.
Afterward
I served as
an adjunct professor at my alma mater, Southeastern University, for several
years.
By the time
I walked on the campus again, after having been gone almost four decades, a beautiful
water fountain and statue had been erected in the center of the campus green.
I walked
past that statue on a daily basis, as I made my way to the building in which I
taught. It is a bronze rendering of Jesus in the process of washing the Apostle
Peter’s feet. Our Lord got down to his friend’s level that day. He got down to
humanity’s level that day.
Our dear
friend and pastor, Bro. Paul, faithfully emulated his Lord and Savior Jesus
Christ when he lay prostrate on the floor, and got down to Wade’s level. I will
never walk past that statue without thinking of this dear man.
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