I promised this tribute months ago. I just couldn’t. Honestly…I can hardly type it out today. That being what it is, it needs to be said, and Brother Hight definitely deserves these few humble words and much more. Sometimes you just have to pull yourself up by the boot straps…because it’s the right thing to do. So…today we are going to talk a bit about larger than life.
A few days after my dad’s passing and service, I was texting Brother Hight, because I was a mess and I needed help. It was an exchange of just a few words (We were all a mess. Tragedy does that.) and I remember him telling me…in maybe not so many words…that it was so hard because my dad seemed larger than life. Well today I say…it takes one to know one.
I’m not going talk about the funny things, even though they would bring this post up out of the mully grubs. I could fill this blog with funny happenings, sayings, and crazy expressions across the congregation. Not this time though. This time…we are going to talk about things that are out of this world.
Okay…one funny thing. I was in the hospital, having our second child, and Brother Hight was at a class in another town. When he called to check on me…I said “You tell him…you picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.” The strange part was…he had said the same thing on the other end. Lol! That happens when you help people raise their kids. Influence is bigger than we sometimes realize.
I know your time is valuable and I won’t keep you much longer…but the things that were larger than life…are these, in no certain order:
- Dedicating all three of our babies to the Lord.
- Baptizing all three of our children. Two of them in our backyard pool.
- When I would tell him about a problem, his words, “I understand.”
- His bravery in so many ways. I don’t think he knew how brave that he was. We did.
- His kindness to the downtrodden. That said more than a million sermons. Softy. π
I could go on and on. Twenty five years worth of knowing someone and looking up to them…creates a lifetime of memories actually. But today…one year since Brother Hight slipped into the arms of Jesus…I wanted to write about the big impact that he made. I needed to share this with my readers and keep my word. Most of all I just needed to say this:
Brother Hight…you were and are larger than life. You are so much more than this world now. You are basking in the joy of forever with Jesus. You always were a trail blazer…and now more than ever. Your light still shines bright, it always will.
Love from the Farmhouse,
Along the Dirt Road 