You would think after nearly 30 years, I would get used to this. It has been my honor a thousand times or more to walk alongside
a dying person as he or she said goodbye here, but this one is different. My pastor is dying.
Just a few weeks ago, Debbie and I shared a meal with Mike Toby, reflecting on what kids are up to, talking about ministry and simply enjoying the sweet savor of friendship over a meal of Carinos pasta. Last semester, Mike spoke to my pre-med students at Baylor and we had made a plan for him to speak to both classes again in the next couple of weeks. Yesterday, he shared a labored message via video with the congregation he has loved for 35 years, charging us with words for the future.
Physical life for him is short and he declares it clearly in this video. But let me say what I hear echoing here more clearly. This is a dying man’s testament to faith, to the life he is confident waits ahead of him beyond death, and the sweet message of gratitude to the congregation he has led for 35 years. I invite you to listen to what he says.
I remember the excitement in his face when I told him over coffee at Gerick’s one morning that I was joining the medical humanities faculty at Baylor. I recall the sweet times of coffee or lunch or simply hanging out over the five years Debbie and I have been blessed to call Mike, “Pastor.” Even when teaching from a familiar passage of scripture, Mike has always had the gift of mining a truth I had never seen.
The people of our church and our community will miss him. This man who has so fervently helped us learn how to live, now is God’s gift in teaching us how to die.