Doug Fullerton died a few days ago. Like a pebble tossed into a still deep lake, Doug has continued to cause ripples through my life reaching the very edges of my soul.
I knew parts of him. The man who placed an age wrinkled hand on Henry's head at church and blessed him each Sunday. The passionate voice of justice and warmth friend to many. The academic, missionary and minister. The encourager and the wise counselor. Doug would insist any conversations and questions reverberated around others. He had a keen love of people - particularly those who had found themselves at the fringes of our world.
I'll miss his handshake, his reflective words and his deep and rich love.
A visit to the zoo with Henry inspires one to see differently. Today three of the children ran through the church waving streamers. It was uplifting and joyous. How powerful our own presence can be on others!
