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When I learned that Fred Jenkins had died, I cried. And I found myself in tears off and on over the next several weeks. And even now.
As I look back on it, I don't think I was crying so much because I had lost a friend (which I did). Because I had met Fred by phone only in 1995, the year I was elected clerk. (It was the first of very many phone calls seeking help that I have since made down to the GA.) Some of you here had been his friend since before I was ordained, so your grief was acutely personal in a way mine could not be. Fred knew who I was, and he always greeted me as friend, which I take as a high honor.
So as I look back now a year, I have come to realize my tears were for me. I am always greeted well when I call down to Louisville, and I always get good advice. So without in the least bit denigrating the work of Mark Tammen and all those good folks there, I am guessing that while it may be possible to fill Fred's position, replacing Fred Jenkins is something entirely different. The comfort I always had when I spoke to Fred was palpable.
But mostly, I think, I cried for the church I love so much. Beyond the qualities of friendship, Fred had a way of understanding and analyzing my problems that generated suggestions that were just plain wise. There was some quality more than a knowledge of the Book of Order. He seemed to understand the order under which we live as a covenant of service to Jesus Christ. The covenant under which we live, which Cliff was describing to us yesterday.
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