I love visiting the Brierfield Café. Located in Brierfield, just southwest of
Montevallo, the Brierfield Café has the finest pork barbeque and the best,
fried, green tomatoes in Alabama . The café is the dream-come-true work of a
former church member and friend, JoAnn.
The finest barbeque, the best fried green tomatoes, and a hug from JoAnn
is hard to turn down, especially when she says, “You will always be my pastor.”
Each time I dine there, JoAnn always asks, “Who died?” It seems that most of the time when I
patronized her establishment, I am back home to attend or conduct a funeral. This particular time, I was there to spend a
Friday night and Saturday working on my farm, Sugar Ridge. As I entered the café, Mary, another old
friend, hollered to us. Mary is the
president of a bank in Montevallo and wife of a famous Birmingham radio Deejay.
Mary said she needed me to do her a favor. “Would you go visit Truman?” Truman, her ex-husband was dying with cancer. Mary said that he did not have long to
live.
I worked with Truman for eighteen years. He was a short, thin man with a beard and
mustache. I will never forget the first
time I met him. He asked me if I had my
union jacket. It was my first day at the
cement plant. I was under a ninety-day
probation period and not a member of the Union . I gave him a puzzled look and he said, “You
need to ask the plant manager to give you a union jacket.”
Having worked on union jobs before, I replied, “I may look like
a dumb country boy, but I did not fall off a turnip green truck yesterday.”
Truman laughed. That same day while
shoveling cement from top a roof, Truman told me to ask the plant manager if he
could get us one of those big roof fans to blow the cement dust away from us
when we dumped it off the roof. I have
never figured out why little men think big men are stupid.
Truman was a Viet
Nam vet.
I would tell him from time to time that I appreciated his service to our
country. Viet Nam Vets were not honored,
as were Vets of other wars before or after Viet Nam . Like most Vets, he did not talk much about
the war. I would tease him, along with
several other Viet Nam Vets that one of the reasons we did not win in Nam was because
they were all little men like the Viet Cong.
He would remind me that I was too big a target.
I visited Truman the next morning as I promised Mary that I
would. As I entered the room where he
lay, he smiled. I forced a smile seeing
a small skeleton with skin stretched over it laying in a fetal position. I reminisced of all the pranks and fun we had
together. One of the things coworkers
and I would do is when Truman started his aggravation, and he was worst than a
gnat on a hot sweaty afternoon, was to grab him up and clean the floor with his
bottom side. He would always jump to his
feet and yell, “My pants are on fire!”
By the way, the tile floor looked good afterwards.
After becoming a pastor, I convinced Truman to attend church
with me at Brierfield Baptist. It tickled Mary
that Truman was in church. Truman had an
addictive personality. He was addicted
to smoking, drinking, pornography, and gambling. These, especially gambling, led to the
divorce of Mary and Truman. I felt that
if Truman accepted Jesus as Lord and Savior, he would be a dynamic believer.
With these memories racing through my mind, Truman and I
shared what would be our last moments together.
He tried so hard to talk, but the drugs and pain mumbled his
speech. I had to know if he was ready to
meet God. I leaned close to his mouth
trying to hear what he had to say. I
thought he was trying to tell me he wanted me to do his funeral. His wife said that Truman had accepted the
Lord a few months earlier.
On the night before another visit to see Truman, I bumped
into another former coworker. I told him
that I was going to visit Truman. He
said, “They buried Truman last Wednesday.”
Don’t live carelessly,
unthinking. Make sure you understand
what the Master wants. Don’t drink too
much wine. That cheapens your life. Drink the Spirit of God, huge draughts of
him. Sing hymns instead of drinking
songs! Sing songs from the heart to
Christ. Sing praises over everything,
any excuse for a song to God the Father in the name of our Master Jesus Christ (Ephesians
5:17-19 The Message)
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