As a very old (92) and very wise saint unfortunately spends his time at home and hospitals instead of his place on the front pew at church, his nephew has filled the void with the most graceful of transitions that only God could have prepared. There is no replacement, for we can never take the place of those who have done mighty works for God, but a continuation.
Jesus taught and prepared the disciples. The disciples taught and prepared the early church. The early church taught and prepared, and this cycle has continued through each generation. Now it is our turn, not just to teach and prepare, but to be ready to accept the responsibility of carrying the gospel torch that our elders pass down.
I wrote this poem back in May, but was never drawn to post it until now. If we could live our lives as this old saint, perhaps forty years from now someone will write about us!