For Granddad.
Arthur Harold Johnson in Memoriam
He was a carpenter.
Like his father before him.
He was a practical man.
He wasn’t considered a scholar but when he started talking about the bible, you knew that he had hidden the words of God in his soul.
He wasn’t overawed by power. And he didn’t look down on poverty.
He always said, “man looks on the outside, God looks on the heart.”
He was respected by the righteous.
He was loved by the fallen.
He was an irritant to hypocrites.
He loved to be alone in the wild.
I never had a better friend.
His steadfast motto in life was “love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your mind and with all your soul. And love your neighbour as yourself.”
He was named for kings, but he served all.
He was greatness.
He was compassion.
He was justice.
He was water to the thirsty and he was fire to the oppressor.
He was a quiet whisper in a raging world.
He was steadfast and he was kind.
He was everything I want to become.
For now, he is hidden, like the reflection in a bronze mirror.
But until we see face to face, I will do everything I can to follow in his footsteps.