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These days most of my blog posts start with “its been a while but…” and then I make a false promise to post more regularly. Not today; yes it’s been a while but I’ll write when I feel inspired to write. I’m going into my senior year of college, work two jobs, and am planning a wedding. A lot is on my plate and I find that to be a blessing. Inspiration has struck me so here I am to share today.
On June 26th my Uncle Ron passed away after battling cancer with a 3-month sentence since 2018. Sometimes you forget someone is dying when they’ve been dying for so long. His last months reminded my whole family and he moved into our home for the last one. I watched my mom take on a new title of caregiver as my uncle went from slowly dying to all at once. I went from my usual once-a-semester home visits to being home as much as I could. This post isn’t supposed to be about all of that though, I want to tell you why I believe he was given 5 years instead of 3 months.
Growing up my Uncle Ron didn’t have faith in Jesus and it didn’t really occur to me or matter until his diagnosis. As time went on though I did nothing. I disobeyed my conviction to have a conversation with him about God because I felt too young and felt he was so much wiser. My uncle had a way of appearing mysterious and all-knowing to me from a young age. He never married, lived alone, and was retired from the FBI. He didnt share much about his years in the Beauro so my knowledge of my uncle was my memories growing up and some things he shared about his childhood. I filled in the gaps with conspiracies of government secrets and as a child imagined my uncle’s career to be that of James Bond. The older I got the less I envisioned him as a spy, but the mystery and prestige that comes with those perceptions stayed. So when convicted to tell him about a God I believed he needed to give his life to I hesitated.
Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity.
1 Timothy 4:12
2020 came and my uncle had now been fighting for two years. My biggest fear at this time was him passing and my family not being able to see him. I don’t remember seeing him at all that year. He missed my high school graduation and I looked at my older sister’s pictures with him in her cap and gown with envy. When I moved into college I felt convicted to tell him about Jesus again. This time I listened. I remember sitting at my messy desk in my dorm room facetiming him. What he thought would be a regular call for me to update him on my life quickly turned to me having a real conversation of eternal importance with my uncle. Rather than the usual “How are you?” and “What’s been going on?”, I questioned his knowledge and faith about Jesus. He pushed me off and avoided most of my questions. I made an effort to find churches in his area offering online services and tried to find community groups meeting via zoom. I sent him all of this and reached out to a few pastors. He didn’t make an effort to look into any of it and beat around the bush on all my questions of faith, so I now knew for sure he didn’t have faith in the Lord. My mom and I felt an urgency after this and she began trying to talk to him about it and we both prayed a lot. In the midst of this my Grandmoppet passed away and I was pretty sure she was not a believer. Although I wasn’t incredibly close to my Grandmoppet this loss hit me very hard all because I was unsure of her salvation and that wrecked me. This just added to the urgency of discipling to my uncle.
In the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who will judge the living and the dead, and in view of his appearing and his kingdom, I give you this charge: 2 Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage—with great patience and careful instruction.
1 Timothy 4:1-2
May of this year my mom went to DC to see him and take him to a doctors appointment and it was decided hospice was now the best option. My uncle had fought for so long and hard. I know it destroyed him to know he was out of options and trials after doing so many. After much debate my uncle swallowed his pride and moved to North Carolina with my family. The last month went quick. My uncle agreed to meet with our pastor after talking with my mom (I partly think this was just cause he was tired of her asking). June 15th, 2023 my Uncle Ron accepted Jesus. My mom told me about this in a text and this text brought me to tears. Not only did he have eternal life with Christ, but I had peace knowing God used the persistence of my mother and I’s obedience. Cancer took my Uncle Ron’s life shortly after this. God slowed it for five years in order to call my Uncle Ron home. I miss my uncle and cancer sucks but my God is so good.
So to the man I always looked up to, saw countless movies with, introduced me to the Beatles and some of the best music in history, sent me my favorite birthday card every year, loved me well and fought so hard to be with us for so long. I’ll see you soon.







16 “So the last will be first, and the first will be last.”
Matthew 20:16









