On April 22nd, Dan passed away. His life and ministry were interwoven in the history of the Metropolitan Community Church of Washington, D.C. and
the Universal Fellowship of Metropolitan Community Churches.
His legacy and inspiration live on in so many of us.
This blog is offered as a place to celebrate Dan's life and memory, and as holy space to share our grief.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Dan the Nurturer
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Beyond conferences, district commitee meetings, picnics and more...the key to knowing Dan was to know his generosity. My car broke down in DC and it wasn't a cheap fix ... but Dan found a way to get me rolling again. He did that all ways.. Some people have a gift for generating what's needed and for building others up and that was and will always be Dan in my memory and heart. You are missed.
Nurturer . . . That's a good way to describe Dan's influence in my life. He was always very nurturing and very caring. As much as his death saddens me, I can not help but feel joy, too. Dan wore his faith, as close as his breath, and I couldn't help but be wrapped up in it everytime I was around him. He made me laugh and he always took time to think of me. I know that he understands how it was for me, there at the end of his human journey. I know his faith and his relationship with God - these qualities, I hope to someday emulate as I mature in my faith journey. I will miss his smile, though . . . always.
2 comments:
Beyond conferences, district commitee meetings, picnics and more...the key to knowing Dan was to know his generosity. My car broke down in DC and it wasn't a cheap fix ... but Dan found a way to get me rolling again. He did that all ways.. Some people have a gift for generating what's needed and for building others up and that was and will always be Dan in my memory and heart. You are missed.
Nurturer . . . That's a good way to describe Dan's influence in my life. He was always very nurturing and very caring. As much as his death saddens me, I can not help but feel joy, too. Dan wore his faith, as close as his breath, and I couldn't help but be wrapped up in it everytime I was around him. He made me laugh and he always took time to think of me. I know that he understands how it was for me, there at the end of his human journey. I know his faith and his relationship with God - these qualities, I hope to someday emulate as I mature in my faith journey. I will miss his smile, though . . . always.
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