Home phone ringing constantly…. He served wholeheartedly. Gave generously of time…. Invested in people…. A hug every time I saw him—the transfer of his cologne following me the rest of that day. Children and grandchildren loved him dearly.
Going about his daily routine on Saturday, one action for his church family, turn on the heat so it will be warm on Sunday….
The lives he touched because he was willing to be used of God, what would it be like to be that kind of person?
Yes, Mr. John, maybe one day I will get married. And if that day comes, you’ll be noted in the ceremony.
We love you John Bendure. I thank God for allowing me the opportunity to meet such a dedicated man. If I’d waited longer to look for a church, I may never have met him. Each person who enters your life has a purpose, leaves a mark. Some of those marks are more like scars, but others are more like being in the presence of God.
One who served wholeheartedly his heavenly Father.
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Amendment: The following is a post by a friend who sadly is over in the middle east and must grieve without his family. I wanted to share it with you:
Since I have not posted anything in a while, I thought I would give everybody something new to read. So hear goes. Addiction, not a good good thing to have some would say. But what is addiction. The need, craving, desire, wanting, longing for something. Now I could be talking about drugs or alcohol, but I could also be talking about air could'nt I. I mean you have to have it dont you. But let me change gears and divert from what I was going to say. What about Jesus, why can't the world be addicted to him like our good friend John Bendure, who sadly has passed on. He was addicted to Jesus. I can only hope that one day I can have the faith that he displayed everyday.
John you will be missed by us all.
JW
2 comments:
I find myself feeling grateful that you knew such a person, but my heart also mourns for your loss.
I missed seeing you there, but I was glad you could be with our girl. How funny!- I too can tell you what it is like to smell that cologne for the rest of the day. I miss it, and John . The way I would occasionally hear someone in the outer office and know that he had come in to take care of some little something. The church was packed; he touched more people than he probably ever realized.
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