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