He Always Remembered My Name

by jodo31 on April 3, 2012

I played drums and ran sound at BCC from 2002 until 2004 and in 2005 I moved away from Nashville for three years.  Upon returning to Nashville in 2008, I did some work for The Gathering one Sunday morning.  Seeing me across the theater, Dr. Foster came up to me and said, “Joe!  How’ve you been?  Its been a long time!”, then shook my hand, and gave me a hug.  Now, it may not seem like that big of a deal, but I have been at big churches before where the pastor didn’t know my name or anything about me after 3 years of closely working together, but here was a man who, after having not seen me in three years, still remembered my name.

Dr. Foster was genuine.  He was the real deal.  He was a great man and heaven is richer today for having him.  He truly loved the people he worked with and pastored.  My life is richer for having known him and having served under him.  He is one of few men that I see as a benchmark for how men should behave.  I have served under some great teachers and pastors and Dr. Foster – Doc (as he would let me call him) – is among the finest.

Doc, I’ll miss you.  I’ll pray for your wife and daughters, and your church family.  May the arms of the Lord embrace you as you enter into His peace.

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