The life and legacy of Reverend Jack M. Williams speaks volumes. That’s what a preacher is supposed to do. An aging Apostle Peter wrote, "I will be diligent that after my departure you may be able to call these things to mind."
I recall the first time he and I spoke just outside his office in my boyhood Sunday School room. I recall the night he prayed with me at the altar to receive Christ as my personal Savior. I recall his response when I shared with him that God had called me into ministry. I recall our casual conversation when we attended football games.
I recall his handing me the pulpit so I could learn to preach. I recall his encouragement when advanced schooling taxed my abilities. I recall the times he slipped some dollars in my hand. I recall his patience when as a young pastor I sought his counsel. I recall his gentle concern as I shared pain in my adult life. I recall his joy, at the expanding opportunities God had given me.
I recall his preaching and teaching. His faithful, consistent, and effective biblical proclamation remains simply the best and most powerful I have ever heard. He loved the Lord; he loved His Word. He loved to preach.
I recall how he spoke as a role model without ever saying a word. Despite numerous opportunities to advance his career, he remained for decades as our pastor in a small town church. He believed God had work for him to do. I, and my family, were part of that work.
I recall the warm occasions I met him as his years advanced. He grew frail; his fire still burned. His smile yet warm.
I have served in ministry over thirty years, and prayerfully many more. I have intentionally modeled much of what I do after my mentor. I am ever aware that I labor in his shadow. I have no desire, nor do I have the ability, to outrun that shadow.
I recall.
