Five of my elder relatives and friends moved on the past two years.
What does it mean?
I’m richer for their lives, poorer for their deaths.
Dr. Russell Arndts was among the travelers. He departed July 23.
In his retirement years I sat on the couch opposite his easy chair many times to debate biblical theology with the former chemistry professor, while soaking in the famous Betty Arndts hospitality.
Nor did it stop there. You should see our email logs.
Now a resident of the Next Life, my elder friend has presumably discovered the truth: Mattson was right all along.
In one sense it doesn’t matter.
I’d give a lot to resume the toe-to-toe scrapping with my friend, not in his current State–I can wait awhile for that–but in the familiar St. Cloud setting: fireplace, Diet Pepsi, leaning into my point, up in the man’s face, he in mine.
We relished not merely debate, but friendship. He’d smile at me and half-apologize for his intensity but I’d wave him off. I knew he cared for me as much as correct theology, which is saying a lot.
Russ, save me a spot on the Couch. The next chapter of our talks will undoubtedly stretch on interminably.
Readers: Do we have good friends these days that challenge us? Debate with us. . . and still love us? Tell us your story.