On my dresser, there's a copy of The Spiritual Sword , opened to an article written by Bobby Duncan. Ironically, I began reading from Bobby last Friday night only to learn that he died early the next day. Bobby was friend to many, a confidant and counselor to young preachers, a diligent student of God's word, an exceptional author and a great gospel preacher. One third of the hundreds present for his funeral were preachers, paying respect to a good man's scholarship and to his sweet spirit. Reflecting on Bobby's life and death, four things come to mind.
Life is fragile .
He was battling a disease of his own at the time, but he still made a long distance phone call to inquire of my father's cancer surgery. When he learned of the surgery's success, he wept. Of recent, Bobby had been valiantly fighting another form of the disease he conquered years ago. This time, it was too formidable of a foe. Death is sure.