If you never had the opportunity to meet my dad's parents, Buck and Carrie Jackson, when you looked and spoke to Patsy, you met them both. Granny's voice, mannerisms, and appearance, and Papaw Buck's kindness, generous heart, and reception to anyone who would come down that gravel lane to the house in Coalfield, Tennessee. Patsy knew Jesus and was faithful while she could be to Central Baptist Church in Oak Ridge. She loved her family, her church, her Pastor, but most of all Jesus.
The title of this blog is Patsy/Barnabas. Over the years I have had the privilege to attend several of Johnny Hunt's Timothy/Barnabas Pastor's Schools. Aunt Patsy really was a Barnabas to us, to me when I surrendered to preach. I can remember the Sunday I was making announcements and in walked mom, dad, some family from Tennessee and Aunt Patsy. What a thrill, what a blessing!
Paul needed Barnabas to step in and walk with him when he became a Christ follower. Christians were afraid of him, and no doubt cynical about his conversion as some kind of game, but as Barnabas witnessed, a new life in Christ! We all need a Barnabas , and what a blessing if God has called you to be the Barnabas, the encourager in your family. Patsy always saw the good, loved unconditionally.
Having lost her husband W.D., and oldest child Kim, her faith has become sight. I would love to hear her describe that celestial city. Oh how I would love to hear her talk about that reunion with Papaw and Granny, W.D., Kim, Herman and Lottie.
I believe she would remind us all that heaven is worth it! Live for Jesus, place your faith in Him as Savior and Lord. I will be waiting on you when God calls you home!
Thank you Aunt Patsy for all you meant to dad and mom, and Sheila and Rick, Renee and I with those little notes and fun gifts, always thinking about others. You will be missed, but always live on in our hearts.