The other day I called my old seminary up to get the contact information for a few of my old professors. I got the first number, and then when I asked about the second name, the lady on the other end of the phone got kind of quiet.
“Oh, ” she said, “Scott Becker died.”
I couldn’t believe it. I know that sounds like the dumbest cliche, but really, my mind couldn’t process what she said. I stumbled and said something lame, and she told me he had passed away in September. September! I started to cry a little. This was one of the few professors at Fuller whose classes I really enjoyed. He was creative and interesting and incredibly fair to all his students. Also, he was just a genuinely sweet guy. I had tried, about a year and a half ago, to get together with him and his wife, but it never worked out.
I’m so sad that the world no longer has this particular spirit in it. I am also disappointed in myself that I didn’t try a little harder to connect with him and his wife after graduation – now there is no more opportunity to know him at all. It’s all gone. I can’t even imagine how his wife is feeling. Last night my husband and I were praying, and I was praying for her. For some reason, the scripture “he will never leave you or forsake you” came to my mind. Somehow, that is true, even for Scott’s wife. I don’t know her well enough to ask her how she is, or if she’s feeling left, or forsaken by God these days. I imagine I would feel very left and forsaken.
I’m sorry if this post is a little maudlin, but it was this or another meditation on the craziness of the pets. The cat actually HIT me last night because I was playing with his back foot in a way that he didn’t like. His claws were in and he just hit me on the wrist, WACK! I was surprised at how much force is in a little kitty paw.