"There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it: Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
Then said I, Wisdom is better than strength: nevertheless the poor man's wisdom is despised, and his words are not heard. The words of wise men are heard in quiet more than the cry of him that ruleth among fools."
I've grown weary of hearing and rehearing the tragic tales of the drug-induced, deaths of the rich and famous who lived only to gore their appetite for adulation. I find nothing to admire or inspire in their lives, nor yet, anything to mourn at their passing. There is, however, consolation in knowing the dead have their reward.
The world will not likely hear of the passing of Glendon Allen. Nevertheless, the world will be poorer for it. There are so few souls like his whose life flowed upward to God and outward to others. The sadness I feel this morning is not for Bro. Allen; it is for myself and for all those who already miss him. Well done, good and faithful servant.
"His lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord."
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