Remember his incredible grin, all teeth showing, the closest he could come to glowing--
He did glow, I think. Not only with his smile, but with his voice, that island accent and the joy that seemed to well up in him and fell onto us when he spoke, at the altar, on the beach, at the top of a mountain, in the cabin, from the pulpit. His amazing enthusiasm and love make it impossible for me to believe that he is not here anymore. I would love to go back and recall what he said in his devotionals at Cinnamon Bay... the indescribable night when he sang the Communion service... how exactly he came up with the brilliant Youth Sunday "We've Got Good News!"... during Bethany and Jeff's wedding... when he met us at the airport in St. Thomas... and when he spoke of burying his father in his last sermon at Glenn. I don't have words to describe what a wonderful person he was, and how he was meant to preach and love and be God's grace. So Lord, I thank you for the life of Lester Bowers.
When I am down and o my soul, so weary
When trouble comes and my heart burdened be
Then I am still and sit here in the silence
Until you come and sit awhile with me
You raise me up so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be.