Sunday, July 8, 2012

In Memoriam: Alex Motley


At first blush it seems Alex was two different people. After all, he lived in two different worlds. He was a hockey player, coach, and mentor in his day-to-day. Sunday mornings, he would be at church, working with the AV team. His church family knew he played hockey, but didn’t' know his hockey family. And his hockey family may have known he went to church and was a Christian, but they had never encountered his church family.

When the two worlds met on Saturday to remember and reflect, it was clear Alex did not lead a double life. Everyone spoke of his smile, his humor, and his encouraging words. Indubitably, he was close enough to perfection on earth that the finishing touches were ready to be applied in heaven.

That's the thing about genuine people. They are the same no matter where they are or who they're with. Hockey families and church folk alike knew who Alex was.

Fake people are not so. They lead double lives, hiding truth and walking deceitfully. The contradictions in character can be so strong there is confusion about who the person is.

Psalm 1 verses 1 - 4 comes to mind:

Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor stands in the path of sinners, nor sits in the seat of the scornful; but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and in His law he meditates day and night.

He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he does shall prosper.

The ungodly are not so, but are like the chaff which the wind drives away.

A genuine person is like a well-nourished tree, providing sustenance and shade, supporting others and living well.

A fake person is like chaff, the inedible part of a grain that's not worth eating and takes too much energy to turn into bio-fuel*. No shade, no sustenance. Nothing.

Alex was genuine. He is, and will always be, missed.



*I don't know that chaff can' be turned into bio-fuel without leaving a heavy carbon footprint. Holler if you know

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