He was a simple man.

He never wrote a book. He never ran for office. He was not in the Olympics. He never played professional football or basketball or had his name on the network news. Outside of his family, his friends, his church and the community in which he lived, he was not very well known.

But recently, there was a great party in heaven as Eddie Harris walked through the gates.
Psalms 116:15 — “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of one of his saints”

I think we live in a backward society that has the wrong definition of success. We define success by amount of money, amount of possessions, amount of prestige.
And yet, when we dig deep into the lives of those that we call “successful,” we find they are actually miserable. They don't know what it means to truly enjoy life.

But my friend Eddie Harris enjoyed his life. He enjoyed being with his wife, Joanne. He enjoyed being with his children. They remember weekend trips to downtown Fort Worth and ordering barbecue and having a good bologna sandwich before picking up mom from work.
They remember all being loaded up in the car and going downtown for snow cones. This was a man who loved making memories with his children. Loved being devoted to his wife. Loved a good story. Loved a good job. Enjoyed country music. And loved his grandchildren.


This was a man who loved painting the fingernails of his grandkids.

This was a man who, in the last days of his life, enjoyed taking walks with his daughter, Carla, in the park.
And I think I can say with all confidence, he enjoyed the quality time with his daughter even more than he enjoyed the exercise.
I described to him to his family as one who always seemed to be comfortable in his own skin.
In the 11 years I knew him, I never got the impression that Eddie felt like he had to prove himself to anyone. Eddie just enjoyed being Eddie.

I remember when I first became pastor in our little town. I was calling church members to find out if they were going to be at a particular event. I had already grown accustomed to asking Joanne about such things. However, when I called and he answered the phone, I started to ask for Joanne but I thought, “oh, how insulting. I will ask Eddie.” He was silent for a moment after I asked him the question. Then he gave his response: “You really need to ask Joanne”

Psalms 116:15 — “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of one of his saints”
Recently I have been lamenting the condition of our world.
People who don't understand marriage.
People who don't understand staying with their family no matter what.
Men who don't understand their responsibility as provider.

Eddie Harris understood that.
And for that reason, Eddie Harris is one of my heroes.