I usually saw Chuck at meetings, about once a month. In a way, I regret that. I have never been at my best in meetings. Chuck considered them an unending source of energy and inspiration. I consider them a tool of Satan to keep any actual work from getting done.
So I would be sitting there glumly in the conference room, waiting for things to get started. Then Chuck would walk in, drop a hand on my shoulder, and give me his usual warm greeting. And for a moment -- only a moment, mind you -- meetings would seem worthwhile.
That was Chuck Colson. Hard-charging, opinionated, tenacious, he nonetheless always had time to offer encouragement or concern, to listen and to care. His heart was as big as his intellect, and we all know how big that was.
It's been a very rough weekend, and at times it's been hard to focus on anything but the immediate and overwhelming grief that we're all facing. But I have been truly comforted by the assurance that we have in Christ, of eternal life in glory. "But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope." (1 Thess. 4:13, NKJV)
I have seldom been more grateful for that hope. I can't wait to see you again, Chuck.