Don Richter died yesterday, Thursday, February 1, 2007.
One of the most gentle souls that I have ever known. Moreover, he was one of the original “band of brothers” who met, most for the first time, at the first prayer summit in Portland in 1990. A number of us have been praying together Wednesday mornings ever since. Don among us.
I have thought about this coming season, the season of passing. One by one we must go home. Having done our best to live between the worlds, we will release our hold on time and take our place in the eternal kingdom.
So, how do I respond to this reality? Part of me wants to hurry–so many things left undone. On the other hand, Don managed, at least in our midst, to model a steadfast peace and trust that seemed unhurried and confident. I don’t know if he felt those things or merely projected them. Perhaps Father uses each life to project qualities of value that encourage us to be better than we would otherwise be.
In any case, Don will not be joining us for prayer again. The thing is, he was “a regular” but not always there, not every week. So, when he is not there next Wednesday, and the week after, it will seem that he may yet join us. Maybe next week Don will be coming…maybe. We’ll all go and have coffee after prayer, sit and shoot the breeze.