{"id":248,"date":"2006-11-22T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2006-11-22T12:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.beliefnet.com\/godspolitics\/2006\/11\/jim-wallis-jim-wallis-sr-a-tha.html"},"modified":"2006-11-22T12:00:00","modified_gmt":"2006-11-22T12:00:00","slug":"jim-wallis-jim-wallis-sr-a-tha","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beliefnet.com\/columnists\/godspolitics\/2006\/11\/jim-wallis-jim-wallis-sr-a-tha.html","title":{"rendered":"Jim Wallis: Jim Wallis, Sr.: A Thanksgiving"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\"JimOn the morning of November 8, the day after the midterm elections, my Dad died, suddenly. I left immediately for Detroit and exited all the post-election discussions. In a brief God\u2019s Politics blog last week, on election reflections, I mentioned my father\u2019s passing and his delight with the early election returns. But for almost a week, I was deeply involved with my family back home, my four siblings and all their children, his friends, and the two churches he helped to found. He had left behind an outline of the funeral service that he would like, which included my doing the eulogy. He had told my brother that he hoped by planning the service ahead of time it would be less of a burden on his family. Less burden, right \u2013 it would be the hardest sermon\/talk I\u2019ve ever had to give, and I wasn\u2019t at all sure that I would get through it. But I wanted the words to pay tribute to my father.<\/p>\n

People ask me how I\u2019m doing. The truthful answer? Not well, and I\u2019m not even going to try to \u201cget over\u201d this. He deserves to be grieved well, and I will be grieving him for some time \u2013 in ways, for the rest of my life. But with the grief, there is also profound gratitude for the legacy that his children, grandchildren, and the countless people whose lives he touched will be blessed with forever. And I wanted to share a little of that with you, in the eulogy I offered for my father. He is all I think of today as we begin the holiday we call \u201cthanksgiving.\u201d<\/p>\n

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John 17:4 \u2013 \u201cI glorified you on earth by finishing the work that you gave me to do.\u201d These are the words of Jesus in the garden, but also apply to his faithful servants.<\/p>\n

On behalf of the family, I offer our deepest thanks to all of you who loved our Dad. Thank you for coming. The size of this congregation (almost 600 people) is a real tribute to him. And thank you especially for ministering to us these last few days, by sharing the stories about how our Dad and Mom so influenced your lives. Those stories are precious treasures to us now. <\/p><\/div>\n

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Standing at Dad\u2019s casket, I heard the story of the little girl who would not come to the MOPS program (for Moms and toddlers, where my Dad volunteered in his retirement years) unless \u201cGrandpa Walrus\u201d was there to hold her in his lap. From the most important to the little child, we were all special to him. Someone said, \u201cWhen you look at all the influences in your life, your Dad is right there.\u201d I heard that time and time again. He was there, for all of us.<\/p>\n

The grandchildren really miss him. Several of them said, \u201cHe was our best cheerleader.\u201d Grandpa made sure he had a front row seat to the lives of all his children and grandchildren. He never missed anything. So many people have used the word \u201cencourager\u201d when they talk about my Dad. We had a President who was called the \u201cGreat Communicator.\u201d Well, we could certainly call my father, \u201cThe Great Encourager.\u201d I heard Marcie\u2019s little son, Lucas, say, \u201cWhen I came to his house, he always told me, ‘Good looking shirt, cool shoes.’ When I came over last night, nobody told me how great I looked.\u201d My own son Luke had a weekly phone call with Grandpa, after baseball games, to talk through the game and how he did. When he heard that Grandpa had died, Luke just broke into tears and said, \u201cNow who am I going to talk about baseball with?\u201d Countless others have told us our Dad was their \u201cmentor,\u201d \u201cpartner,\u201d \u201cteacher,\u201d or like a \u201cfather\u201d or \u201cgrandfather\u201d to them or their kids \u2013 \u201cHe made me\/us feel like a part of his family.\u201d So many of the cards we have received said how much they will miss \u201cGrandpa.\u201d<\/p>\n

Someone said to me, \u201cYour family must have felt jealous \u2013 so many of us had a piece of your family, your Mom and Dad.\u201d No, they always had plenty of love for us, and amazed us with their love for others. They literally taught us how to love. I was amazed again, in these last two days, as hundreds came to the funeral home, at how my Dad and Mom touched so many people \u2013 and so deeply. Where did they find the time? What a legacy. What a blessing for our family and for all of you.<\/p>\n

Jim Wallis, Sr. was vital till the end. When I called him Wednesday morning, November 8, (the day he died), he asked, \u201cDo you think that we are going to win the Senate too, and not just the House?\u201d This will be a non-partisan funeral, but it was no secret that the party in power was not popular with my Dad. We agreed to talk later that day about the remaining Senate races, but his heart suddenly stopped about three hours later.<\/p>\n

Even near the end of his life, he became a favorite friend to so many \u2013 about a young woman who worked at the coffee shop he liked, he would say, \u201cWe\u2019re really getting to know each other pretty well.” Or the nurse, \u201cShe\u2019s so nice and really sharp.\u201d And the doctors, \u201cHow do they know so much?\u201d When everybody thinks someone was his or her best friend, it says an awful lot about that person.<\/p>\n

But what kind of man was Jim Wallis, Sr., and how did be become the man we knew?<\/p>\n

Actually, his family life was very difficult. His father was shell-shocked in WWI and never really had much left to share. His only sister was always sick, and his mother was distracted. His own home was a rather cold, uninspired, and very non-relational environment. It\u2019s hard to believe that the most relational man I\u2019ve ever known came form such a background \u2013 where nobody taught him how to love. Dr. Merrill, his and our early family doctor, once said that my Dad had the kind of family background that made people juvenile delinquents. I always remembered that. <\/p><\/div>\n

Yet Jim Wallis excelled in everything he ever did. He was very bright \u2013 and strong \u201cA\u201d student, always curious and learning \u2013 and an athlete \u2013 on the football team and all-city in track at Redford High School, and then also on the track team at the University of Michigan. From the beginning, he was a natural leader, the captain of his sports teams, and the student body president in both high school and college.<\/p>\n

Yet he was always quite humble about it all. He was quite a high school \u201chunk,\u201d but never a \u201cladies man.\u201d He hardly ever dated until he met the beautiful and feisty Phyllis Morrell, who became the love of his life. She was already a deep woman of faith who broke fundamentalist rules (as my parents always did) by dating an \u201cunsaved\u201d boy, and led him to Jesus Christ. Faith took hold deeply in him and changed his whole life. I believe it was first my Mom, then God and Jesus, who were teaching him how to love. Faith taught him how to love.<\/p>\n

On the same day, my father graduated from college, was commissioned in the U.S. Navy, and was married. A busy day! He liked busy days, and seems to have passed that on to his kids, too. Then he was off to the Navy and World War II in the Pacific. His life was changed as a naval officer who also volunteered as chaplain on his ship.<\/p>\n

One day last spring, during one of his regular visits to Washington D.C., it was Luke\u2019s personal sharing day at school (all the kids have one) and he brought his grandpa to \u201cshare.\u201d When Luke told his classmates that his grandpa had been in the Navy during World War II, one kid asked who won the war. When they heard that we did, the class started cheering, having now idea at their age what war was like. But my father did. Later that week, he and I went to visit the World War II Memorial, and he told me a story about his visit to Hiroshima, right after the bomb fell. Six decades later, he cried as he told me about the little five-year-old girl he met there in the rubble of war. I wrote about that talk on the bench at the Memorial and the story of the
\nlittle girl in \u201c The Rubble of War<\/a>.\u201d My father\u2019s social conscience was instinctive and deep.<\/p>\n

Then he came home to a successful career with Detroit Edison and was soon the youngest executive at his level in the company. But his first love was his family, and the new church he and Mom helped to start, Dunning Park Bible Chapel, known to many of you. It was our home church, and literally our home away from home. Last night in the car, my little niece, Kaylee, was complaining that her family always was the last to leave church! I replied, \u201cI know what you mean!\u201d With her parents, my Dad helped to plant yet another church in his eighties, Life Church.<\/p>\n

People quickly and early recognized a \u201cteaching gift\u201d in this young man. He spoke clearly, deeply, and passionately­ \u2013 and he had a great impact on people. My father had a way with words; he was a teacher and a preacher who everybody wanted to hear. Speaking was a big part of his life-long work. He knew how to say things. And people responded. The young adult class, which he taught every Sunday morning, became the hottest thing at Dunning Park \u2013 hundreds came through it. It was one of the biggest reasons Dunning Park grew so fast.<\/p>\n

But here\u2019s what we saw. Every morning at five my father got up to study the bible, and then he and my Mom would get all us up for school and work at seven. He always had his \u201cstudy\u201d in the houses where we lived, with lots of books and commentaries. My father never went to seminary, but I\u2019ve never known anyone who knew the English Bible better. His Bible was full of colored underlining and notes on almost every page \u2013 it\u2019s the one thing I want to take home with me. <\/p><\/div>\n

The best teachers are also life-long students, and he was. My Dad was always eager to learn more, and he was never satisfied with easy answers. Others would say, in effect, \u201cThat\u2019s the way we all think around here.\u201d Well, not him. I pray that I will be as open to the thinking and ideas of my children as he was with his.<\/p>\n

He became a man of great heart and compassion. As we read today in Matthew 25, Jesus cared about the \u201cleast of these,\u201d and my Dad did, too. With my father, Jesus always won out in the end. It was Jesus who ultimately made him challenge the easy assumptions of most people around him. He passed his social conscience on to all of his kids. And it is a big part of our lives.
Franciscan priest Richard Rohr, one of the best known teachers of spirituality, and one of my best friends, wrote to me from Australia, \u201cI know, and you know, that your father was the foundation for your own deep faith.\u201d He was, and was for all of his children, who are all people of faith.<\/p>\n

And he was a foundation for so many others. He taught us to love. He taught us to be people of faith. And that\u2019s the legacy he would have us pass on now \u2013 all of us. That would be his commission to us today. Teach everybody you meet how to love, how to have faith. In the bathroom of his guest room where my family is staying now, there is a little plaque that reads, \u201cLove is not a feeling, it\u2019s a decision.\u201d I remember both my parents saying that. (I put it in my suitcase.)<\/p>\n

I think my Dad was ready to go, but none of us were ready for him to go. But it was a good way to go. One minute he was talking to somebody \u2013 a nurse, a new hospital roommate, just as he was always talking to somebody \u2013 and the next minute his weakened heart just stopped. He was done.<\/p>\n

Now it\u2019s our turn. And his heart will never stop for us.<\/p>\n

Our reading from John 14 says, \u201cIn my Father\u2019s house there are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for you.\u201d Seven years ago, my Mom passed on and got her \u201cmansion\/house.\u201d If you knew her, you know that she started fixing it up, getting it ready for him, and for us. And if you knew my Dad, you know he was about half of himself these last seven years. To be honest, his family, especially his grandkids, kept him alive and smiling. But oh, how he missed her! He still signed his cards to us, \u201cWe love you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Now they\u2019re together again. The grandkids all talked about that, saying, \u201cHe\u2019s with Grandma now,\u201d in the place she was getting ready for him and for his family \u2013 and, I think, for all of us.
Today we can imagine them together again, hugging and smiling at all of us. My wife, Joy Carroll, a good priest and preacher, isn\u2019t sure what I am about to say is good exegesis of John 14. But, I can imagine the two of them getting a big \u201copen house\u201d together even now. You see, their house was always open, their table was always open, and it was always big enough to include a few more.<\/p>\n

For my Mom and Dad, there was always an occasion for a party. And I think they would want me to invite you right now, to the biggest and best party they ever threw. Jim and Phyllis would invite you to the \u201cWallis Heavenly Open House.\u201d Whenever you are ready, they\u2019ll be waiting \u2013 just for you. We\u2019ll all be welcome.<\/p>\n

My Dad and Mom were servants in this life. I\u2019ll close with one of his favorite passages \u2013 what he might say now to all of us on the day of his memorial home sending. It\u2019s Philippians 2:1-11<\/a>. I can almost hear him say, \u201cHave this mind in you, which was in Christ Jesus.\u201d<\/p>\n

My Dad was always one to deflect attention away from himself, and give the glory to God. But on this occasion, we also pay tribute to him. Let us rise and give a big standing ovation to one of God\u2019s most faithful servants.<\/p>\n

James E. Wallis, Senior: A man of faith! <\/p><\/div>\n

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