I wish I would've picked up the phone the last time Ross called. I was at work and I thought, "I'll call him back on my way home."
It would've been the last time I'd talked to him, ever. He had a massive stroke that night, was rushed to Vanderbilt Hospital where skilled doctors did emergency neurosurgery on his hemorrhaging brain.
All that early Thanksgiving morning.
So what can I say about Ross McGary? He was a preacher, theologian, philosopher, husband, father, grandfather, mentor and friend. His mission in life was to teach people a broader understanding of who the God of the Bible is and how the truths of the Bible are foundational to thinking and living in the modern world. His spirit was infectious; if you spent any time with him, you got bit by the same bug and shared his vision.
His late wife, Lynn, wrote a book titled 30 Games for Newborns -- which essentially helps children develop cognitive and motor skills AND form a Christian worldview. For years the book existed only as a Word document and was never published. Over the past few months Ross and I worked closely on building an eBook version of that book and prepared to release other books, ultimately creating a mini-publishing house / book imprint.
I think that's why his death has affected me so much. We schemed and dreamed about books, future books, and future future books, the impact they would have and how great the need is for a Biblical Worldview. I feel a little cheated that Ross left earth so early -- it feels premature. There was only one Ross McGary and the world is an emptier place without his personality. Reminds me of C.S. Lewis writing of a fellow Inklings' passing:
In each of my friends there is something that only some other friend can fully bring out. By myself I am not large enough to call the whole man into activity; I want other lights than my own to show all his facets. Now that Charles is dead, I shall never again see Ronald’s [Tolkien’s] reaction to a specifically Charles joke. Far from having more of Ronald, having him "to myself" now that Charles is away, I have less of Ronald...
In this, Friendship exhibits a glorious "nearness by resemblance" to heaven itself where the very multitude of the blessed (which no man can number) increases the fruition which each of us has of God. For every soul, seeing Him in her own way, doubtless communicates that unique vision to all the rest. That, says an old author, is why the Seraphim in Isaiah’s vision are crying "Holy, Holy, Holy" to one another (Isaiah 6:3). The more we thus share the Heavenly Bread between us, the more we shall have.
Ross brought out the best and kindest version of yourself. Man, I miss him.
Soli Deo gloria