He didn’t have an army followers on the fairways or a country to create and lead. He was soft-spoken and unassuming but always smiling. He led by example, never asking you to do something that he wouldn’t be willing to do himself. You couldn’t tell him no, he knew you could before he asked. He knew your name before you knew his. A handshake from him came with two hands, a friendly firm grasp for as long as it took. Yes the world lost several icons this week, my church and community did as well.
Frank was already retired before I joined the church thirty years ago. It is hard for a twenty-five year old to estimate the age of anyone over fifty but even back then this old retired guy had more energy than most men half his age. He transitioned smoothly, seamlessly from businessman to volunteer. He saw hole he filled it, he saw a need he created a program, and when he needed help he asked, in a calm soft voice staring at you with piercing blue eyes and a tight grip on your hand. You simply COULD NOT tell Frank no.
There are thousands of Frank’s in thousands of churches and communities all over this great country. People who care, love, cry and comfort all of us. Their mission is making the world a better place one life at a time. We lost an icon this week. His time here was simply over. But his spirit remains in the hearts of those lives that he touched. My heart is one of those.