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groupie said:Please be patient with my post.
I actually had / still have a great love for Jack Hyles. He was always there for me and was a friend. He called me often, met with me and I always found him to be humble. I loved his tough preaching and viewed him as a manly man, a fighter, and yes a hero. But he was a friend and a father figure to me too, that was loving and caring. I could not tell you much about my real dad - he was there, but not there. Never really talked to me and I can't remember "I love you coming off his lips". I am sure he did, but he did not know how to express his love. Sadly, I am just learning how to love others and it is a wonderful journey!
Truthfully, it was not for a man that Jack Hyles influenced that came across the country to go to HAC , I almost think I would never have gotten saved. The man was a coworker of mine that won me to him with love, before he ever won me to the Lord. I could be wrong, but I verbally tortured the guy every day at work and his love and patience for me eventually won me over. I actually began to cry at the end of the last sentence and had to pause my posting this. I had to thank my God for that man being so loving when I was so mean to him. I would not have the same grace with myself actually.
Many people say I have a sixth sense about people to a tee. When Jack Schaap was voted in I did not vote for him. When people found out, they called me disloyal and asked me why. I told them he would be the ruin of the FBC in 10 years or so. They came unglued and turned on me. Those folks, many that I often see these days, never said they were sorry and I was right. That's OK.
I still love Jack Hyles. I never saw anything that was awry about him. He was there for me every time. Sue me, hate me, and call me a man worshiper. Yes, I worshiped the man and I soon realized I was wrong about that and it was a sin. The fact is, I never knew I worshiped him until he died. I thought I was being loyal to my pastor. But thankfully his death was the birth of my great love and worship for my great God. It shook me and made me run to Him. Thank God Jack Schaap threw our friendship down the toilet and did what he did when I fell. It further caused me to cling to a God that never turns on me and is always there for me even when I fail him.
Thank you for your post. It seems you have thrown out the bathwater without throwing out the baby.