We laughed until our stomachs hurt. Then moments later the tears would flow – uncontrollably for some. Then out of the sorrow, another hysterical story would unfold and the room was once again howling like we were screening a Will Ferrell flick.
It was grieving at it’s best. A grievabration!
Our co-laborer, colleague, and dear friend was gone. His life perplexingly cut short by a deeply troubled woman. In the wake of this tragic loss, twenty fellow pastors gathered in a basement conference room to comfort, celebrate, and remember.
I’ve known Jaman Iseminger for a little over two years. Each Wednesday afternoon, we’d gather with a core group of other spiritual leaders from around Indy to contend for unity amongst our churches and to simply share life together. Our brokenness. Our strengths. Our failures. Our successes. It’s personal and often uncomfortably vulnerable. And we desperately need it.
Yesterday’s grievabration was a sobering reminder of how quickly death clarifies. When we’re gone, the dross just seems to fall away, and what we’re left with is essence. Legacy. The things that really matter.
Jaman was as human as any of us, but he was also a hero. And as we gathered to share memories and stories, his true character quickly emerged. Nothing faked. Nothing fabricated. There was no need.
A man of integrity. A man of honor. A man of service. (A man with one quirky and awesome sense of humor). A mighty man of God. That’s the essence, the inspiration, the legacy, he so obviously leaves behind.
Moments like these force us to reflect. If my life ended today–if your life ended today–how would those closest to us grieve? What would they remember? What would instantly rise to the top? Would it be a grievabration?
As you remember this story in the coming weeks and months, please continue to pray for Jaman’s wife Amanda, and their beautiful 2 year old daughter, Belle. Indy lost a pastor, we lost a friend, but they lost a husband and daddy.
“The LORD is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.” –Psalm 34:18 NLT