A little over six years ago I had the privilege of meeting a man by the name Clark Rogers. At the time he was a fairly new youth pastor at a church called The Cove, which is near Lake Norman, in North Carolina. And although I was not in Clark's youth group or a part of his church, he still took time to love and minister to me.
I was in pursuits of a mentor and felt he was best suited. He told me, "I have never mentored anyone one on one, but we will try this together." We read a book by Andy Stanley together called, "The Next Generation Leader." We met weekly to discuss the book and he helped me in discerning my call to do full time ministry. We ate together, worshiped together, and prayed together. I know he knew our time spent together meant something, but I never told him how much I really appreciated him.
It was about a year later that I moved to Wilmington, NC and Clark moved to Virginia Beach, Va. We kept in contact on and off for the first couple of years, but eventually lost contact, which seems to happens as you get older.
Roughly 6-8 months ago I learned that Clark was back in the Lake Norman area, but that he was diagnosed with cancer. I was sadden at the news and I prayed for Clark, but for some reason I always allowed time to get away from me as to never call him.
Now, about one hour ago, I learn of Clark passing away on May 4th. I am deeply saddened even though I never contacted him to tell him that I loved him and was praying for him. Even in my sadness I can rejoice because Jesus conquered death on the cross and now I rest assured because Clark Rogers is not dead, but alive and well where he is supposed to be with our heavenly Father!