The wife, children, and brother-in-law sang. The funeral visitors sang. Everyone but the
man they came to honor sang, at least not on earth. But with all the joyful and
exuberant celebration, I wouldn’t have been surprised to see him sit up in his
coffin and sing, too. As a man who loved music and composed his own praise and worship songs, he would’ve loved the service.
away after a two-year struggle with brain cancer. Pastor Calvin Egler came from
a family of Gospel singers, and, oh, did they all sing him out that day. Despite
their grief and the painful goodbye, their ability to sing spoke of their mighty faith.
Even Calvin’s mother-in-law sang. A mother-in-law who loved Calvin like her own son. After her grandson helped her to the stage,
she began to speak: “I’ve had some good days. I’ve had some hills to climb….”
And then the band kicked in, and she belted out an unforgettable gospel song
with her sister.
the same stirring experience when he visited Black churches in
Harlem during a stay in America while Hitler took power in Germany in the 1930s. Eric Metaxas writes about the fervency of those churches in the biography, Bonhoeffer:
Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy. The German pastor found a refreshing orthodoxy and
passion in the Harlem church he attended, despite the wounds of racism evident in our
country. And that power may have prepared Bonhoeffer for the rising struggles he would encounter when he returned to
Germany. He watched church members face their struggles with strength, hope,
and grace. Bonhoeffer would do the same when he was eventually arrested back in
Europe and hung by the Nazis.
Wheaton College Gospel Choir) and family members and friends sang, I wept.
Sitting in the back, moved by the music, I fondly remembered this humble and
faithful man who exemplified what it meant to be a Christian.
work, but not in the role of Associate Publisher or VP. Despite his degree from
prestigious Wheaton College, he pastored a church and worked a very humble job with
our company to supplement his income.
as people started to clear out for the day, he acted on his true calling. He
would stop and inquire about people. No one was invisible to Calvin. If he
found someone late in the evening crying after a bad day (which he did find), he would put aside his task to
counsel and pray with that person, remembering his call to care for people.
as his funeral demonstrated to the packed church of many hundreds of people, he
had lived the most valuable of lives, putting people in a place of importance
because he knew their importance to God. As his beautiful, articulate children
expressed, they grew up with a father who daily made them feel loved and the
source of his pride.
all. I know I was transformed. I want my own time here to be marked with equal
trust. This quiet, faithful man was a role model for many. And that’s his
I’ve had some hills to climb
I’ve had some weary days
I’ve had some sleepless nights
But when I look around
And I think things over
All of my good days
Outweigh my bad days
So I won’t complain