Tell her you love her
By Rusty Wright, Special to ASSIST News Service
MOUNT HERMON, CA (ANS – July 21, 2016) – Recently, when my wife, Meg Korpi, was dying of cancer, a longtime friend offered some advice that I'm really glad I heeded.
"Hutch"
Hutchins told me I should write a tribute, expressing what she's meant
to me and how much I love her. I should frame it, give it to her, and
read it to her personally.
Meg
was on home hospice care after a three-and-a-half-year struggle with
ovarian cancer. I was her primary caregiver – a demanding, 24/7
responsibility – and was reeling with exhaustion. But his advice
clicked. I read the tribute to her on May 21, our 16th anniversary.
It had a very
positive effect…calming, soothing. She seemed at peace, contented,
with brightened spirits. It was one of her last lucid days before dying
a month later.
Tribute to a rare jewel
Meg
was a rare jewel. In her wedding vows, she had said she wanted me to
feel like "the most blessed man alive to be married to" her. I did. In
this tribute, I told her that in her, God gave me:
- * A gorgeous bundle of fun, adventure, character, and faith
- * A godly woman who walks closely with Him
- * A faithful friend – my very best friend – and companion
- * A keen mind to help me think through life's sometimes perplexing issues
- * A wise counselor with sound advice at crucial junctures
- * A determined spirit to prompt me to reconsider my course when needed
- * A sweet lover (Whew!)
- * A fun woman, whose sense of humor brings delight. I love to laugh with you!
Thank you so, so much
for loving me unconditionally; for honoring and respecting me; for
caring and encouraging; for listening to my heart; for sharing my joys
and hurts; for looking out for my interests; for being there through
good times and bad; for facing life with me as long as we both shall
live.
I love you very much, and am eternally grateful to be your husband.
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Lots of laughter
We loved to laugh. As world travelers, sometimes we laughed about language translation complexities.
60 Minutes
television veteran Mike Wallace, speaking through an interpreter, once
asked former Russian president Boris Yeltsin if he weren't being a bit
"thin skinned" in his sensitivity to media criticism. The interpreter
goofed, telling Yeltsin that Wallace had said, "You are a thick-skinned
hippopotamus."
Shortly
after we married, a speaker at a Miami meeting I attended told of
efforts to translate a biblical love poem into the language of a Kenyan
tribe. The phrase, "Your beauty is like that of the lily," did not
connect with the rural East Africans, for whom lilies were mere cattle
fodder. Their culture highly esteemed the cow, not the flower. On the
advice of tribesmen, the translators rendered the romantic phrase: "You
are a black cow in a herd of spotted cattle."
The
speaker relating this tale suggested I use that compliment on my new
bride, without explanation. Since Meg was returning to California from
Philadelphia that evening, I left the cryptic greeting on our home
answering machine. A few hours later, my Miami phone rang. Her first
words: "And you are a thick-skinned hippopotamus!"
Most important lesson
At
her memorial celebration, I presented all this, then briefly noted a
conviction we shared deeply, the most important thing I’ve ever
learned. I'm indebted in many ways to my Jewish friends and their
heritage for it.
One ancient Hebrew book describes Job, who, despite his slew of troubles, affirmed, "I know that my Redeemer lives." That gave him hope.
A
skeptic in my youth, I didn't believe my Redeemer lived. I thought it
was a fairy tale. Then, my first year at Duke, I heard a lecture about
Jesus' Resurrection evidences, given by Bob Prall,
who later became my mentor. Jesus was executed and declared dead,
wrapped like a mummy, placed in a tomb. A huge stone covered the tomb's
entrance, which Roman soldiers guarded. Most of his disciples fled in
fear.
Sunday
morning, the stone was rolled away, the tomb was empty, but the grave
clothes were still in place. Jesus appeared alive. Frightened
disciples became martyrs because they believed he had risen.
Attempts to explain this away
didn't work for me. The guard was too powerful, the stone too heavy,
the disciples too timid. I realized it was true. Jesus had
successfully predicted his own Resurrection. If I could trust him in
areas like this where I could test him, I had grounds for trusting him
in areas where I couldn't test him, such as eternal life and how to
obtain it. He said, "I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die."
Comforting? True?
Is
it comforting to me that I'll see Meg again and spend eternity with
God? Absolutely. But it's only comforting because I believe the
evidence indicates it's also true. If it weren't true, it wouldn't be
comforting.
I realize
this is a controversial subject, and you may not agree. If you've not
examined the Resurrection evidences, may Meg and I gently and politely
encourage you to take a look? Lots of good books and websites present
them. Our own site – which Meg designed and built – also presents them. www.RustyWright.com
We know our Redeemer lives. We hope you can as well.
And…I love you, Sweetheart.
Photo
captions: 1) Meg Korpi, 1953-2016, a wonderful wife, committed partner,
faithful friend. 2) Meg Korpi and Rusty Wright on their wedding day,
May 21, 2000. 3) Meg and Rusty in Petra, Jordan, during a press tour,
2011. 4) Meg smiling before her 2012 cancer surgery.
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You can visit www.LastingMemories.com/memorial/meg-korpi for more on this remarkable woman, including a lovely 5½ - minute memorial presentation of Meg's life (images and music; put together by several family members).
Copyright © 2016 Rusty Wright
Rusty Wright
is an author and lecturer who has spoken on six continents. He holds
Bachelor of Science (psychology) and Master of Theology degrees from
Duke and Oxford universities, respectively. www.RustyWright.com
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