“Clarence died full of years and short of breath . . . In all the time Clarence attended the church where I pastor, he never did a thing other than show up . . . But the roots ran deep, and the branches stretched sturdy and long, and oh, the fruit. That man was clasped up to heaven, I think, in midstream of an intercession. He learned the secret of abiding . . . So in the long winter of his life, when nothing else was growing, he experienced his greatest closeness with Jesus . . .
“The season Clarence found himself in late in life didn’t matter. The roots and branches did. There was nothing spindly about spindly Clarence’s relationship with Christ. An earthquake could not have uprooted what a lifetime of slow steady growing had created. And the fruit of that was, I think, the sweetest fruit of all, like grapes picked at the first kiss of frost: his life took the shape of a prayer. If prayer, as Revelation tells us, is incense in the throne room of God, then Clarence’s last days were pure fragrance.” ~ Mark Buchanan in Spiritual Rhythm, p. 212, “Abiding”
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