2 November. Light comes into the sky on the day when we lay Art Fleming to rest. How blessed I am to be in this company! Thank you, God, for connecting me to this mans family tree. Thank you, that when my own parents passed away, altogether too soon, you fulfilled your promise in Psalm 68:6 by setting me namely in Art Flemings family. This is your miraculous intervention and your unfailing love and kindness. I am proud and blessed to be in the throng of those whose lives were changed for the better by your gifts and goodness, generously scattered and sown by the faithful, hardworking hands of my father-in-law. You and your Words were his wisdom and compass. The fruit of his life bears witness to the truth of your Word. Thank you God, for his life! My own parents would have been delighted beyond expression, had they lived to see into whose hands you delivered me after their time came to its end. This is evidence that you do more than all we ask or imagine, according to your power that is at work within us (Eph 3:19-20). In this world, Art Fleming fulfilled his purpose. He was like Jesus (1 John 4:17), in that his life shone like a light in the darkness, and the darkness has never and will never overcome it (John 1:5). The number of people who spoke to us yesterday during the visitation times, testifying to Arts humility, liberal generosity and kindness, over many years, bear witness to that light, as do the many blessings in our lives, thanks to his influence. Art loved righteousness and hated wickedness, therefore, you, God, have set him above his companions by anointing him with the oil of joy. (Heb 1:9) We who have gathered here to honour him, are also filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, as we trust that he will receive the end result of his faith, the salvation of his soul (1 Peter 1:8-9). He was faithful to the one who appointed him, just as Moses was faithful in all Gods house (Heb 3:2). May we all, his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, live such that we may also lay hold of this same hope, stored up for us in heaven (Colossians 1:3). Good-bye, Poppa. Thank you for everything. I love you. I will miss you more than words can say.
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 13:38:18 +0000
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