We chose this hymn for my Dad's service.
On my Birth Certificate he described his occupation as evangelist.
She looked at his age in his mid-eighties. "That's retired?", she suggested.
On my Birth Certificate he described his occupation as evangelist.
It fell to me of course to describe his occupation on his Death Certificate. Evangelist, I said to the Registrar.
She looked at his age in his mid-eighties. "That's retired?", she suggested.
I hesitated. He had been in hospital only once in his life really, those last weeks. He had told the doctor that he was not afraid to die because he was a Christian and trusting in the Lord, one of the nurses who passed his Bible over to him to read each day had been given it to read for themselves. Perhaps he was an evangelist still.
Then again, I thought, this is a Death Certificate. He may have been evangelising until his final breath but there was a final breath. There are no evangelists in the presence of Jesus. Only retired ones. Evangelist (retired) then.
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