Uncle Jesus

There is a memorial service today for a gracious old Pastor. I only met Pastor Andre Erasmus when he was already retired but he had the reputation of being the praying pastor and used to always find his way to front row of the church to pray with whoever was preaching that day. My favourite Pastor Andre is anecdote is told of a pastoral visit he went on. When he knocked on the door a small boy opened it. Pastor Andre said that he had come to see the boy’s parents. The boy went running to find his Mum and Dad shouting ‘Uncle Jesus is here to visit’.

Would anyone call me Aunty Jesus? Pastor Andre’s life was devoted to Jesus and it showed in all he did. It is funny how the longer you spend with someone the more similar you can become – we copy mannerisms, patterns of speech – even someone limp if you are not careful. John says when we see Jesus we will be like him.

1 John 3:1-2  How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him.  2  Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when he appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is.

Pastor Andre’s life is challenge to me to spend more time with Jesus and to grow more and more like him so that others will see the love of Jesus through me.

Beholding Glory

7 Replies to “Uncle Jesus”

  1. I had never thought of it like this before, but I love this little story. I want people to associate me with Jesus. When they look at me or think of me, they see Jesus. Love this!
    Thanks for your comment on my blog. Many blessings!

  2. What a wonderful story and a great illustration how we are to be Jesus to others. Also a great memory and tribute to this man. This is one story that I will remember.

  3. Visiting from Beholding Glory blog … this was beautiful. Thought-provoking. A good question to think on … “Would anyone call me Aunty Jesus?”

  4. Uncle Jesus–how I love that. and I love the thought I could be so close to Jesus that others would see Him through me. My nieces and nephews call me Auntie Pam (one used to call me Auntie Pantie) but what a privilege to be called Auntie Jesus. Your post calls me to draw ever closer to Jesus.


  5. My wife and I had just been put out of Namibia by so-called Christians and were heart-broken. We went to Carmel at Victoria Bay where we had been promised work, but the offer was withdrawn as a result of untrue gossip passed to the trustees. Even more broken-hearted, we were staying in the caravan park when there was a tremendous storm with heavy rain and wind. In the middle of it all there was a knock on the door, and there stood Andre Erasmus. He was staying the night at Carmel, and heard that we were there. He didn’t asked for details of what had taken place in the church, or even how we were coping, but just sat down, read Hebrews 13:5 from the Amplified Bible, prayed, and left. What a tremendous encouragement that was to us, that God knew where we were and what we needed to hear – even in the middle of the storms of life. What a wonderful servant Andre was. I googled him and found your blog, we’re now in the UK and hadn’t heard that he’d been promoted to head office

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