
Sitting down to watch the Super Bowl yesterday I received a phone call that Charlie and Georgianna Anken had not survived a car accident in Florida. I wrestle with whether to say they died or say they went home with Jesus, both are true. One more real to them and one more real to us. As I write this we continue to pray for our friends Wayne and Betty Laribee who were also involved in the accident. It's a tension that exists between the shock of the loss of the Ankens and the desire to fight for the life of the Laribees. I want to do my best to honor and love them both. Thankfully God is not limited to one situation as at time, but He is all present and fully able. With that said, I will focus my thoughts on the Ankens for the remainder of this post.
I've known Charlie and Georgianna for as long as I can remember. Sunday school memories with felt boards and guys vs. girls weighted offerings at Word Bible Fellowship Vacation Bible Schools. Georgianna would greet us to turn our cash and change into pennies to be weighed at the offering. We were supporting our missionaries with our giving. I remember Charlie umpiring church softball games and their presence and warmth at Rev & Ruby Smallman's log cabin on Wednesday nights where Redeeming Love Fellowship was born.
As I grew as a child they always seemed to have time to be a part of our lives and offer their encouragement and correction when needed. In the early 90's Georgianna had a fresh encounter with the joy of the Lord that resonated throughout the church. She'd do anything to help someone have an encounter with Jesus, driving a station wagon full of kids or watching another's children so they could be a part of the meeting. Charlie would attend some of my games and share an encouraging word with a handshake and hug. It seemed as though every moment was captured on camera or video by them and Georgianna would spend a good share of her time distributing those pictures whether in person or by a card. I have no idea how they made time for all that they did.
Along the way Charlie had a pretty good scare with his heart but his recovery went very well. I think the heart problem may have had something to do with the home made ice cream machine if my memory serves me correctly. Of course when it comes to ice cream I could just be inserting my own dream into the story. I'm sure Georgianna's prayers were integral to his healing. God knew her and knew her prayers. She never gave up believing.
As RLF grew and changed it was often the voice of Charlie's wisdom that led us along God's path. He did not need to hear himself but was also never afraid to speak what needed to be said. When I think of them I see a genuine love for people that transcended agreement. Their acceptance of you was not based on full agreement but based on their love. That so much like Jesus. They spoke the truth in love.
In the last decade of my life I gained an even greater appreciation for their lives. In many ways they did the things that we all wish we had the strength to do. One of my dearest mental pictures of Charlie is how he cared for Rev (Bob) Smallman in his final days. Charlie would come over each morning and read the paper to him get him up out of bed and taking him for a walk. He often shared with me what he learned from that experience. The perspective of priorities that come with age. We do ourselves a disservice when we avoid death for it comes to us all. There's much to be learned about how to live when we reflect on those who have gone on. I know of others that Charlie would regularly visit when he knew that they were sick.
At my bachelor party Charlie shared of how he learned to pray with his wife at the end of each day. He said of all the things I've done in my marriage the decision to pray with my wife each night was the best one.
It's amazing to think of how full of life they both were. When we built our new worship center Georgianna would arrive at 6am with Leah Seelman to insulate the walls. They would often scold me for arriving late at 7:30 instructing me that the working hour began at 6:00am. None of us were paid for the work but the banter between Georgianna and Leah was priceless to witness.
As I transitioned into the pastorate at Redeeming Love Fellowship they welcomed me with open arms. I can feel Georgianna hugging my neck and hear their encouraging words even now "we're proud of you Pastor Rick." I'm sure many of you can hear their words of encouragement as well. The list just goes on and on of all that they have done with their lives.
More than anything they honored people and treated them with kindness and dignity. They were humble in their ways and quick to recognize their short fallings. They believed in Jesus and the truth of God's word and were not ashamed of their Lord. The Bible says that "perfect love casts out all fear" and they were definitely motivated by love.
This summer Shelly and I stopped by their home for a drop in visit. They were home and welcomed us with open arms pulling up some chairs at the kitchen table. They shared their projects, their heart for their friends and loved ones, and their hopes for the days to come. I'm positive that their calendar was booked more solid than mine has ever been and I work two full time jobs. They shared stories of Steuben and the joy of their community. They spent some time looking for a poem that Charlie had written on father's day several years back. They weren't able to find it but Charlie quoted it from memory with his deep soothing voice.
One story leads to another and another and another... There are so many moments, so many memories. Before they left they invited me to come down and visit in Florida. I'm sure that I'm not alone...
I've learned along the way that "why" is never the right question to ask in these situations. There are certain things that we won't fully know on this side of eternity. Instead I ask "what." What do you want me to do Lord?
What do you want me to learn from their lives?
What do you want to do in this moment?
How can I help others?
1 Thessalonians 4:13-14 says "Brother's and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him."
With confidence I can say that Charlie and Georgianna would want us all to know Jesus as our Lord and Savior, to follow Him with our lives. That was how they lived their lives and the strength from which they drew upon.
I know that I will miss them. Right now it seems so surreal, like they're just gone on the yearly pilgrimage to the sunshine state to share God's love with their friends there. Unfortunately that's not the case. We were not afforded the time to prepare for the impact, the void that they have left. I'm just trusting that God in His providence has seen us fit to continue with out them here. That somehow the seeds they've sown in our lives are ready to blossom.
I can only imagine the greeting that they received as they heard the voice of the Father say "well done good and faithful servants... as much as you've done to the least of these, you've done it unto me, great is your reward."
So I say to them tonight, "Well done Charlie and Georgianna Anken! Well done! You ran the race well, you showed us the way. You did not grow weary in doing good but kept yourselves serving the Lord. Thank you for giving to the Lord. I am a life that was changed. I look forward to our reunion, I'm sure you'll have plenty of new friends for us to meet. I love you!
This song has helped me through many of these moments.