Learning to Dance at the Altar - The Man Who Taught Me to Preach
Over my life there have been only a handful of sermons that I remember almost word for word. One of them was preached at a funeral. Our Lady of Perpetual Help Catholic Church in Rocky Mount was overflowing. Every pew was filled. People lined the outer walls, and many stood quietly in the back of the church. We had gathered to mourn the death of a young man named Kevin. There was every reason to be overcome with grief. Morning light poured through the stained-glass windows, filling the church with color. The only sounds were the muffled sobs of grieving family members and friends. Then Fr. Javan Saxon stepped into the pulpit. Something remarkable happened. He reminded us that death does not have the final word. The hope of every Christian rests in the Resurrection of Jesus Christ and His victory over death. That day, that message of hope came through a powerful preacher standing before us. Fr. Saxon was a large man with a commanding voice, yet as he preached, tears streamed down h...