Tom Logue Redux
We will be saying goodbye to our friend Tom Logue today, so his memory is much on my mind, to say the least.
His copy of God, Could You Talk a Little Louder? was sitting on my desk and I thumbed through it yet again. I will remind you that this little book is a collection of Tom’s journal entries during the 17 years the Logues had Tommy with them. Tommy died of muscular dystrophy in 1972.
All the entries are pure Tom Logue, but let me share this one with you...
I visited friends last week in Hot Springs who had lost a family member. When I returned home, I realized I didn’t have my eyeglasses. I called back to see if I might have left them at the house. I was told they could not find my glasses. There was an extra pair on the piano, but they were sure those belonged to the deceased.
At the graveside service, I served as a pallbearer. When the casket was opened it looked to me – without my glasses – that the deceased was wearing my glasses!
After the service was over, I asked the preacher to tarry with me a moment. I told him my dilemma.
Even looking closer, without my glasses, I couldn’t tell for sure if the gentleman had on my glasses.
My glasses never have “shown up here” at the house, or the office, or anywhere.
My guess it they have “shown up There.” Well, if they had to go, I am glad they didn’t take me with them.
It is my hope that where Tom is now, he won’t need his glasses.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Tom Logue
We’ve lost a real friend and colleague. Tom Logue, for many years the Arkansas Baptist State Convention’s Baptist Student Director, and then in retirement the Coordinator of the Arkansas Cooperative Baptist Fellowship, died Saturday night. His service will be Tuesday, March 9, at Second Baptist in Little Rock (see my newsletter column from March 9).
Tom joined Second Baptist a few months ago, along with his daughter Louise. For years Tom was faithful to the Lakeshore Drive church (formerly University Baptist). Lakeshore Drive has just about died, if it hasn’t ceased worshiping altogether. Tom loved that little church and gave his heart and soul to it, as he did anything to which he was committed. As long as he was the CBF coordinator, he kept his office at the church.
Most of all, Tom was committed to Jesus. I have told many people, and I’ve said it in front of Tom, that he’s influenced more people for Jesus than anybody I know. He didn’t do it by confronting people; he simply loved them. He did this despite his own personal pain. His eldest son, Tommy, died in 1972 at the age of 17 from muscular dystrophy, a slow, debilitating disease. As Tom put it, “His cup was measured and he savored every drop.”
A funny thing happened on the way to this blog... Just before I sat down to my computer to form these thoughts, I got a call from a woman representing the local muscular dystrophy association. It seems that on April 7 I will be “arrested.” My bail is $2000, and I have until then to raise it.
What an aggravation, I thought. I don’t have time for this, and the only means by which to raise this kind of money is through my contacts at the church. And yet, I don’t want to ask my congregation to pony up. And then I thought of Tom. Years ago he wrote a little book – actually, it’s a compilation of his daily journal thoughts during the time Tommy was ill – entitled God, Could You Talk a Little Louder? Now, I’m wondering if Tom is talking to me from the other side.
You know what, this is a small thing I could do for MD, to help them raise funds to send children like Tommy to summer camp. I think I’ll ask them if we can do this in Tom’s memory.
We’ve lost a real friend and colleague. Tom Logue, for many years the Arkansas Baptist State Convention’s Baptist Student Director, and then in retirement the Coordinator of the Arkansas Cooperative Baptist Fellowship, died Saturday night. His service will be Tuesday, March 9, at Second Baptist in Little Rock (see my newsletter column from March 9).
Tom joined Second Baptist a few months ago, along with his daughter Louise. For years Tom was faithful to the Lakeshore Drive church (formerly University Baptist). Lakeshore Drive has just about died, if it hasn’t ceased worshiping altogether. Tom loved that little church and gave his heart and soul to it, as he did anything to which he was committed. As long as he was the CBF coordinator, he kept his office at the church.
Most of all, Tom was committed to Jesus. I have told many people, and I’ve said it in front of Tom, that he’s influenced more people for Jesus than anybody I know. He didn’t do it by confronting people; he simply loved them. He did this despite his own personal pain. His eldest son, Tommy, died in 1972 at the age of 17 from muscular dystrophy, a slow, debilitating disease. As Tom put it, “His cup was measured and he savored every drop.”
A funny thing happened on the way to this blog... Just before I sat down to my computer to form these thoughts, I got a call from a woman representing the local muscular dystrophy association. It seems that on April 7 I will be “arrested.” My bail is $2000, and I have until then to raise it.
What an aggravation, I thought. I don’t have time for this, and the only means by which to raise this kind of money is through my contacts at the church. And yet, I don’t want to ask my congregation to pony up. And then I thought of Tom. Years ago he wrote a little book – actually, it’s a compilation of his daily journal thoughts during the time Tommy was ill – entitled God, Could You Talk a Little Louder? Now, I’m wondering if Tom is talking to me from the other side.
You know what, this is a small thing I could do for MD, to help them raise funds to send children like Tommy to summer camp. I think I’ll ask them if we can do this in Tom’s memory.
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