Christlike influence

This is a different type of post than other posts on this Blog. I wanted to participate in what is known as the #Lighttheworld program which involves participants in conducting a daily act of service. Today's act asks that I think of someone who for me is an example of Christ like service and write a post about this person on social media. Being that this is my only social media outlet, I decided to blog about this individual. TB ( I have doctored his name for privacy's sake) is a peaceful, intelligent man in his 70's. Raised as a devout Christian, I believe he has striven to live a Christlike life throughout his years. I am not so ignorant the belief that his life has been without flaw or issue, but I have witnessed first hand how patient he has been in his later years. The proof of his love and devotion in following the Lord Jesus Christ has been in how he patiently faces adversity.

A few years ago, TB was diagnosed with a terminal disease. I have watched as this brilliant and selfless man has quietly resisted the blows of time and frustrations of losing control of his own body. In his suffering, I have never heard him complain. He does not lie about his condition but instead peacefully changes the subject to show his interests in others. His quiet dignity demonstrates a will content to heaven's decrees. TB is especially kind to others, is genuinely interested in others, and serves them as well. I am blessed to have worked with, served with, and taught with such a peaceful man of integrity and Christlike love for others. I am forever blessed to have known you TB. Thank you for being a righteous example of a Christian man. God bless you.

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