We had a beautiful memorial service for my dad at Beth Yeshua Congregation in Plainview, New York yesterday. These were the words I shared with everyone there:
My father was what I call the unlikely believer in God.
My father was what I call the unlikely believer in God.
… the unlikely survivor – of a bad childhood
… the unlikely survivor of World War II
He was also the unlikely leader …
the unlikely person to help others…
And mostly, the unlikely follower of God.
For a Jewish
kid from Brooklyn, that is quite the unlikely journey!
Mom and dad visited my family when we lived in Holland for a
decade. They visited many times actually, often around Thanksgiving.
Frequently we invited dad to come along to activities with our
community – a Christian church community. In the early years dad politely
declined.
You see, dad wrestled with faith, and God, and belief - as most of us do at times. He
did not want to be a hypocrite, which I respected.
“I was born a Jew, I’m going to
die a Jew,” dad would tell me, believing at
the time that he would have to abandon being Jewish to believe in Jesus.
Two events in Holland when they visited began to show me a shift
in dad’s heart and mind. The first was when our church needed to move
locations, from one school to another. There was dad at 77 years old helping
the sound techs and custodians schlep chairs, sound equipment, and children’s
toys onto the moving truck! All of these 25-year-old strong Dutch guys marveled
at dad’s energy!
The next day I was heading to church early in the morning and
there was dad ready to go with me – a very new thing for him! I asked why and
he said that the sound guys and custodians were his new-found friends. Dad
walked into the new school where we had just moved as if he owned the place.
The second event was when Susy and I
had the privilege of baptizing mom at our church in Amsterdam. Here we were
with 500 mostly young Dutch people watching as mom is baptized. Everyone cheers
wildly as she comes out of the water. And there is dad right at the edge of the
tub to help mom get out, hand her a towel, and carefully help her to walk back
stage.
Dad was unconvinced about faith at
the time, but he was open and searching. And he leaned into seeking God.
Dad had a lot to overcome to believe
in a God who is good and gracious and forgives sins. It took him most of his 90
years.
He was like the man who meets Jesus
one day and exclaims, “I do belief! Help me in my unbelief!”
Today we celebrate this unlikely
follower of the Messiah, Y’shua.