Weaving through traffic as I drove along Wurzbach Avenue my primary thought was that it was hot. South Texas is a warm, sunny place. Well, warm may be too soft a word; in the summertime the sun can shine so harshly that even the air is bright. I've turned on my windshield wipers in the middle of the day to clean the dust from my view and their initial response was to bend and pop loose from the windshield because they had slightly melted onto the glass. So it wasn't unusual to find me complaining to the air conditioner in my Dodge truck that it wasn't keeping up with the outside temperature and if it didn't shape up I would trade it in for a Ford. It gave no reply but continued to hum and push semi-cool air into the cab.
I was a bit anxious as I drove towards Las Chiladas restaurant. I hadn't been there for lunch in over ten months. I didn't stop going there because of the food. In fact, it's one of my favorite places for lunch because I know I'll get a healthy fix of enchiladas and one of the best puffy tacos in San Antonio. Instead, it was a new job working downtown that took me away from this haven of cheese. It was just too far to drive for lunch now.
I drove into the parking lot and sat in my truck for a moment reflecting on the past, and how I had been at this eatery every Friday for over a year before I started working downtown. My men's group met here, and it was something that I missed a lot.
There's an interesting strength and power in gathering with a group of Christian men that's difficult to explain. When I was there I felt no barriers, I could say what was really on my mind, and it was interesting how I would find that these men were facing the same tribulations that I faced. Having that commonality brings you closer to people, and talking about these things helps you learn how to get through your trials.
I went inside and steered towards the table that we used to sit and Jason, Mitch, and Carlos had already arrived. We were soon joined by Scott and the restaurant owner, Patrick, and our table was almost complete. We were missing a couple of guys, but they were unable to get there. It was good to see my friends again, it had been a long time since we gathered, but the mood was a bit somber because we were missing one person in particular, our mentor and group leader - Steve Stoner.
I met Steve when I first started attending Grace Point church. He was one of the Associate Pastors and he was easy to befriend. He smiled a lot like he didn’t have a care in world, and he was genuinely interested in you as a person. He never sat a listened with a blank look on his face hoping you’d hurry up and get done with your rather lengthy and dreary story, he listened and would even reference your story months later in another conversation. He cared about people in a way most of us could never understand or duplicate. I enjoyed his company and soon began working with him and his wife, Peggy on the Marriage and Family Team. They were quite the duo. Driven by their passion for spreading the redeeming message of Christ, they seemed to have the energy of teenagers.
Steve left Grace Point a time later and began a new journey as a marketplace chaplain. His job was to go to businesses and be their chaplain. Cool job, right? Steve was perfect for it. His ability to make friends and talk to people made it easy for people to open up to him on a personal level. He made you feel safe; you couldn’t help but tell him about your life’s concerns.
Steve started a men's group that met during lunch every Friday and invited me to join. Of course I said yes, I looked forward to the opportunity to study God's Word with a man who knew so much about it. The first day everyone got together Steve handed out our study guides and a small, pocket sized packet with cards in it. Each card was inscribed with a Bible verse, and our task was to study one card each week and memorize the Bible verse. Well, we sucked at it. It seemed we were rarely prepared for the weeks study with a memorized verse, but Steve took it in stride and never got on us about it. He had the patience of a shaman.
Then one day Steve told us that he was going to the doctor for a small surgical procedure. He had a spot in his mouth that was constantly bothering him and the dentist was going to pull some teeth he thought were causing the problem. We were all dumb-struck when the next week he returned to say the doctor went in to do the work and suddenly stopped. There was something very wrong with Steve's mouth, and after a few tests we found out that he had cancer.
Thus began a long trial of procedures, chemo and other things to cure the cancer, and it seemed to be under control. Steve continued with his daily ministering and men's groups, all the time showing more concern for the people around him than for himself. He was amazing in his spirituality and kindness.
Steve's condition suddenly began to worsen and he had to go back in for more surgery, and it was about that time that several men in our group, including me, changed jobs that made us unavailable for our Friday meetings. We all hated that the group slowly broke up, but God's plan is usually not the same as our own.
The word finally came that the cancer was out of control and there wasn't anything that modern medicine could do for Steve. He was admitted to Hospice, and like the Wicked Witch of the West turning over the giant hour glass to show Dorothy how much time she had left, Steve’s time began to slowly run out as death stood watch over him waiting for permission to bring his earthly journey to an end.
I had stayed away from the hospital while Steve was going through his procedures. I thought that the last thing Peggy needed was me hovering around. But now I knew that I had to see my friend before it was too late. So one afternoon I went to the hospice and found his room. There was a sign on the door that said “Only immediate family are being admitted. Please respect their privacy.”
So I went in. I was never much for following directions. All I knew was that I wasn't going to let Steve pass without seeing him one last time. As I entered, Peggy saw me and got up. She came towards me and said "We're not accepting visitors right now." But then suddenly, as if God nudged her, she stopped and said "Come in and say goodbye."
Steve was in bed, his son Tim on one side and Pastor Dave Galbraith on the other. Steve was unconscious. His eyes were shut and his mouth hung slightly open. The cancer had taken a great toll on this gentle man. The chemo had taken most of his hair, and he looked very small, and I knew that I was too late. I had waited too long and missed my chance to talk to my friend one last time.
Pastor Dave said a prayer over Steve and his family while I held on to Peggy and cried. It had been a while since I cried. After many years of military service I have a pretty strong constitution. After praying, Pastor Dave left the room and Peggy took his place near Steve’s head. She bent over and hugged him and whispered something in his ear and Steve's head moved. My eyes grew wide and I whispered to Peggy "can he hear us?" She said "I don't know, come and say something to him."
I moved close and took Steve's hand and speaking in the sobbing tone that reminded me of how an 8 year old sounds after falling off his bike, I said "Hi Steve, it's Bret."
Suddenly Steve's eyes opened. To say I jumped would be an understatement. I thought they were going to have to peel me off of the ceiling. But then Steve looked at me, smiled, and in a weak, raspy voice said "It's good to see you."
I was laughing with excitement as much as I was crying and I replied "It's good to see you too!" I knew it was difficult for Steve to talk. The cancer had manifested sores in his mouth and throat that made it painful to talk, and I knew it would take too much out of him to have a long conversation. This was punctuated when he suddenly started coughing up blood, and Peggy immediately stepped in to wipe the crimson fluid from his mouth.
Peggy. What an incredible woman. Through Steve’s entire ordeal, she tirelessly took care of him. She nursed him every step of the way, and I don't think I could admire a woman more than Peggy Stoner for her fortitude and love for Steve.
I work at a place that takes in people who have lost their homes and need a safe haven to stay while they repair their lives. I went to the cafeteria that services the campus one day, which I frequently do because I want to know the people who live there. I want to hear their stories and hopefully tell them about how Christ transformed my life.
I was sitting across from a young man who couldn't have been any more than thirty years old. I began talking to him about how he liked the food, and how the folks at the facility were treating him. We talked for a while until I felt I could ask him something personal, and I said "So how did you end up in this place?" He told me that he was a youth pastor, but then one day he suddenly lost his wife. He made some unfortunate choices after that and finally ended up homeless. I asked him if losing his wife had shaken his faith. He gave me a deadpan look and said "Pretty much."
I thought about that often as Steve drew nearer to the end. How would Peggy react? Would she become bitter and lash out at God? As I watched her hold her husband close and wipe the blood from his chin I knew that I had my answer. Peggy Stoner, just like Steve, trusted God beyond any human concept. They both knew that even though we don't understand God's plan, His plan is sovereign and has a purpose. Peggy was, and remains, a solid rock and I pray she'll use her experience to help others who have suffered a loss like her's to help them understand that it isn't fair to blame God, and let the Devil completely off the hook.
I finally decided to leave, even though I knew this would be the last time I would see my friend alive. I said "I'm going to go now. Thank you for being my friend." Steve looked at me and said something that I will never forget. Through all of the pain and suffering he had been through, and even though he knew he was going to die soon, his only concern was for me and the life I had left. He smiled and said "Always be a witness."
I slowly left, deeply burdened by the thought of losing my friend, but at the same time convicted by Steve's statement to always be a witness. I knew right then that I would spend the rest of my life doing just that.
I lay in bed that night, torn by the unfairness of seeing such an incredible witness for Christ slowly losing his life. I was a faulted sinner who deserved to die, not him. Not Steve. He was an ambassador for Christ and spent his time spreading the Good News all over the city. It was unfair that he should have to die, especially in such a painful way! I raised my eyes towards heaven and yelled "HE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS!!"
Suddenly I heard a voice. Christians know that voice. We hear it frequently and we know who it is. It said "Excuse me?" I fell silent, unable to move. The voice continued, "Steve is a wonderful, beautiful follower of Christ, and what he deserves is to be here with me. And since I've decided to give Steve his reward now I'm going to use his passing in a way that will touch more lives than you can imagine, for MY GLORY! That's what he deserves."
I suddenly felt like I had just been taken to the woodshed. But now I understood why all of this was happening. Steve was special, and many people have been affected by his generosity and love for Christ. God could have let Steve continue to live and then die at a ripe old age. All that would’ve happened at that time would have been a regular funeral and people remembering Steve’s work.
But God had something special in mind. He decided to bring Steve to Heaven early, and in a way that would have the greatest impact for His glory. Steve’s Christ-like composure through his entire struggle with cancer was a testament to how people’s lives are changed when they give it all to Jesus. It gave Steve the opportunity to witness to more people because hundreds visited and emailed him, and everyone who was around him even before he went to hospice was astounded by how Christ manifested His love through Steve.
God loved Steve so much that, as my friend Carlos put it, he was taken to Heaven on the VIP program. And I have no doubt that that’s how the Angels received him.
Back at the restaurant we all sat at the table talking about how Steve had impacted our lives. I couldn't help but feel a sense of family. We were six men whose lives had been touched by an incredible Christian man, and we each had something to say about him. We sat for almost two hours, sometimes in comfortable silence. I could tell that no one wanted to leave. We were bonded by Steve, and as long as we were together Steve was in our presence, and we didn't want to lose that.
Being a Christian is sometimes difficult when we lose someone we love. The men of Steve Stoner's Friday men's group felt the pain of losing our mentor, but at the same time felt relief that he no longer suffered through the cancer and had left this world for glory.
Finally, slowly, we all felt the pull of our daily lives and had to return to work. We stood and hugged each other and said that we would gather again from time to time to catch up on each other's lives and once again reminisce about the life and legacy of Steve Stoner, for part of that legacy is six men who have a better understanding of Christ's sacrifice and love because of the sacrifice and love of a man who always thought of others.
A few days later as I read my Bible I came across 2 Corinthians 4:10. It says "Suffering is how our bodies share in the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be seen." This verse has been stuck in my head ever since because it epitomizes how Steve left this world. He suffered a long time with cancer, but through it all he continued to tell others about Christ. 2 Corinthians 4:10. I'll never forget that verse.
If the richness of one's life is counted by the number of people that attend their funeral, then I can say that after watching over 1,000 people pack into Grace Point church for his memorial that Steve Stoner was in fact, one of the wealthiest men on Earth. Via con dios my friend.
"To know Him. To make Him known." ~ Steve Stoner
"God, thank you for letting me experience a small part of the life and legacy of Steve Stoner. Can you do a favor for me the next time you see him and tell him that I miss him, and that I finally memorized a Bible verse. Thanks."
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