He is a part-time pastor. He supports his family doing odd jobs. He used to tile floors. These days he often mows lawns.
Rev. Johnson doesn't just preach about Jesus. He tries to live as Jesus did. He takes care of people quietly, without fanfare. He wants no credit. He demands no help.
He'd be embarrassed to know you are reading this.
At 66 he is thankful for everything he has. He is thankful for his family, for his neighbors, for his God, for his health. That health is not all it could be. He is diabetic, he has trouble with his eyes and had to lose a lot of weight. But thanks for what one has should not imply anger or resentment over what one doesn't have. Rev. Johnson taught me that.
Some years ago one of Rev. Johnson's sons suffered the first in a series of strokes. The last ones left him in a very bad way. The son is now dependent on oxygen, and lives in a wheelchair, in his father's house. Rev. Johnson's son is dieing before his eyes and there is nothing he can do about it.
Did I mention that Rev. Johnson's daughter is divorced? She is, sadly. She lives with him, and works hard, selling things. Her three sons also live in the house. It is a very crowded house, a very crowded life. With sadness that would kill lesser men, would kill me were I burdened with it.
But God only gives us the pains we can bear, and Rev. Johnson is a strong, strong man. He is the happiest man I have ever known.
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