Josh was a tremendous source of inspiration to me. He was such a good organizer. He saw things that other people missed.
Josh helped me organize a men’s conference for our church and it was probably one of the best organized events we have had for men. During that time, I asked if he could critique a message I wanted to share with the men. His critique was honest. He held nothing back, knowing that it would make the message more impactful to the men. His insights were unique and helpful.
I cherish that memory of us working together!
But, what I cherish most of all, and will miss the most, was Josh’s sense of humor.
When I couldn’t get to the phone quick enough, I could count on a voicemail saying, “Your killing me smalls!” I was never sure if that was in reference to our huge height difference or a favorite line from his love for Superman’s Smallville.
Once Josh found out about my Mennonite heritage, he quickly changed my name to the Amish Mobster. He encouraged me to grow the Amish mustacheless beard and buy a buggie to get in touch with my roots.
Whenever I walked away from a conversation with Josh, I could always count on having had a good laugh. I looked forward to those chats! They lifted my spirits and washed away tension.
I will miss Josh.
Today...
I’m taking time to thank God for sharing him with me. I praise God that Josh is pain free, maybe even shooting some hoops with his savior!
I love you bro!