I have lost a dear, dear friend, colleague and brother.
‘He was known at home and in the community as a man who loved mercy, sought justice and walked humbly with God. He was with Martin Luther King, Jr. at the “I Have A Dream” speech and the Selma-Montgomery March. He had a passion for bringing people together from all walks of life to make the world a better place.’
I remember him as one who helped me know myself simply by saying, ‘when you are cut, you bleed justice…’
I remember him as one who offered acceptance in Christ however radical my thinking turned.
I remember him as one with whom I confided things I have said to no other living person.
I remember him as one who could hear and bear graciously the accumulated frustration of a lifetime of living among Christians.
I remember him as one who answered complex dilemmas with clear, solid and gracious council.
I remember his ability to bring grace and perspective to salvage seemingly irredeemable situations.
I remember him swaying church bodies with sheer force of mind, knowledge of history and good order, and powers of vision and oration.
I remember the instant flash of his eyes and smile whenever I walked into a peer group meeting, and his arms outstretched to embrace me.
I remember him asking ‘what have you been reading lately,’ and being amazed to learn that he’d been there and suggesting further reading.
I remember his work with Pastors for Peace and his willingness to defy offical policies because they are unjust.
I remember his persistent insistence on justice, and his ability to retain hope for a world of peace and justice even as injustice seemed to prevail.
I remember his willingness to share heartbreak from his own family, and seeing how the loss of a brother shaped and deepened his love of justice.
Although I will miss Bill’s presence and titanic intellect, I find that his perspective and love of justice so informs my own spirit, it is as though he is still here and always will be. Knowing Bill as I have, and sharing our love of justice, I feel that his departure enriches and makes more real to me something that we call, ‘communion of the saints.’