This past Sunday I met a sixty-eight year old man with the heart of an eighteen year old; literally.
Ty was truly a special young man. A little over a year ago, this eighteen year old was making his way from his home in Nashville, Tennessee, back to college in Arkansas. During that drive he saw a stranded motorist and stopped to help. Tragically, at that stop he was hit by a passing car and lost his life. Ty had previously chosen to be an organ donor, which speaks volumes about this eighteen year old. In Lubbock, Texas, Paul Morse, a sixty-seven year old man, was near death. This gentleman received Ty’s young heart, and five others also received Ty’s organs.
This past Sunday where my wife and I attend church, Paul Morse led the congregation in a prayer prior to our taking communion. I think I have never witnessed a more fitting example of what this practice of prayer represents than I did on this morning. It truly was a prayer of thanksgiving.
Later I watched as Mr. Morse returned to be seated in front of my wife and I and right next to his wife. Sitting next to the two of them was Ty's mother, father, sister, and other family members. That is when I reached for the handkerchief in my back pocket.
This coming Sunday is Easter, but I think I saw the true message of Easter this past Sunday. It was sitting right in front of me.
Someone died, and thus others might live.
April 14, 2014
Keep on,
Larry Adamson