Sometime ago, I mentioned a young man who had a really aggressive cancer. His name is Chriss, and on Saturday morning, he finally left his mortal body and went to be with the Lord. At church, we prayed hard and long, but the Lord decided that it was time for Chriss to come home.
Chriss was 27, only son of his parents. I heard he was ill in October, and in just 7 weeks, it was all over. The cancer was all over, his spine, his prostate and his lungs.
Yesterday, we celebrated his life. It was a packed service. The family seems well known in Lancaster, and I’m not surprised. The stories of their Christian love and generosity have echoed throughout the city. He’d talked to the pastor about psalm 9, which was read aloud.
I still can’t fully believe this. Of course I remember him well. He was very tall, and always very cheerful. When I spoke to him, while he was in hospital, he sounded so cheerful, you wouldn’t believe he was so ill. But by the end of his life here, he was paralysed and couldn’t swallow. And it all happened so quickly.
Ian our pastor read the account of David, when he prayed and fasted for his son, who eventually died. He said that when the child lived, he prayed and fasted, hoping that God would spare him, but now that the child was dead, there was no further need to do that. The child cannot come back to David, but David would eventually go to meet his son. And that’s how we feel about Chriss Tenant. Please keep praying for Dave and Dianne, his parents. Of course, they’re grieving, but I’ve seen unbelievable strength in that couple in the past weeks. Yesterday their faith shone through everything.