Grandpa Myers was "The Man"

On this day, back in 1931, my grandfather, Harold Edward Myers, was born.  It has been 21  years since he departed into the presence of his Savior, Jesus Christ, but I still remember him well and love him, and look forward to seeing him again someday!  

You could say that Grandpa Myers was "the man":

- The man who taught me to see the Creator's handiwork in a tulip, a trout, the woods, and so on.  I recall the sound of his voice called me to watch the timed release of a lily opening that he had caught on his big camcorder, and gush over each movement at the intricacy of the Great Engineer.

- The man who seemingly could do anything, from building benches and birdhouses, to gardening all types of vegetables, fruit trees, berries, cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers, and potatoes, as well as decorative plants and flowers, to hunting and fishing, to riding horses, and building a lodge pole pine home to live in for a month at a time in the mountains of Colorado.  In his hands, things came together, and green things grew.

- The man who had built a great fireplace room on his house at 4041 Ruby Avenue, including a ladder to a loft, where grandchildren took refuge to play, to built forts, and fire imaginations.  he also taught me to build my first fire in that handmade stone fireplace.  He loved to see his descendants swinging on the various outside tree swings he constructed for them, his grandsons rushing around, and his granddaughters playing ballerina.  

- The man who invented Grandpa's "World Famous Fairly Good Oatmeal, Peanut Butter, Chocolate Chip Cookies"!  Grandpa's house was always smelling of things cooking, baking, or barbecuing.  His stews, home canned goods, smoked catfish were amazing.  I remember how he made fresh carrot juice just because his thirsty little grandson asked for it.  He also shot and cooked a squirrel for me to eat too. 

- The man who came to Christ as a young man, and later told me of his testimony, of the crushing burden of his sin, and how as he rose from his knees, the burden was gone, and how as he walked away, it felt as though his feet didn't touch the ground.

- The man who loved his Savior, and delighted to memorize Scripture, and could quote the book of Ephesians in a way to strike the soul.

- The man who loved his wife, his children, and his grandchildren intensely, who was always along the way, teaching in word and deed, about the Bible, about character, about diligence, about protecting one's own kin.

- The man who led my daddy to Jesus at the age of 4, who then grew up to lead his son (me) to trust on Jesus when I was 3.

- The man with an unbelievable Irish tenor voice, who was awakened one night, and wrote the powerful lyrics "My Work Well Done" to the tune of the Londonderry Aire, which became the family theme song.

- The man who was paralyzed down half his body with a stroke spent many hours, days, months, and years sending emails on his WebTV, sharing the Gospel with people far and wide, encouraging the saints with the word of God, and wit and wisdom God had taught him.

- The man who typed lovingly with his one functional hand, and finished every message with: "Rejoicing in the benefits of Calvary."

- The man who went on to glory before me, and caused me to desire Heaven more fervently.

- The man I wish my children could have met and known as I did.

- The man who told me, "You are a son of the King of kings.  Behave as one should." 

Grandpa and Grandma had 7 children, 36 grandchildren, and 57 great grandchildren so far.  

I am blessed to be descended from such a man.

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