Ode to the Shark

The Shark is a spiritual man. He has spent his adult years a'sail in the wind of the Holy Spirit. He moves, lives and breathes when ever and where ever the Lord blows him. The Spirit led him to ministry in the Appalachian Hills of Philippi, West Virginia a few years back. He came to pray, i believe. He came and prayed, and preached and taught and discipled, but i believe the Lord sent him here to pray. And pray he did. His obnoxous style of worship will be missed. His jovial presence will be a loss. His infectous spirit is gone. His impromptu interuptions of worship "this is either a God thing, or a Shark thing, either way...here goes" that were always right on target will be missed. Random "Shark shout outs" in the form of little notes or emails will be gone. A hug will be gone. A dance in worship, which i believe he would do in his underwear if the law allowed, will be seldom seen, unless Viola steps up. The Medallion will be a different place. Philippi will sense the loss of the man, and a spiritual presence. The Shark: wild, unpredictable, aggressive (in all the right ways), full of love, grace, puffy clouds and butterflies. May the Lord bless him and keep him and set his ship asail with strong winds.