Don Hastings, 1941-2010

The writer of Ecclesiastes tells us that “for everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:  a time to be born, and a time to die.”  We know the truth of that simple statement.  It is not a startling revelation.  We have enough experience with living and dying to know that death comes to us all eventually. Yet, when it comes, it always seems to catch us off guard.  The certainty of death almost always seems far off until it comes crashing unexpectedly into our lives.  In those moments, we are reminded vividly and painfully that there is indeed a time to die.  We are shocked by the suddenness of it and unprepared for the reality of it, yet still it comes.  We say “This can’t be happening” or “I just spoke to him yesterday.”  Such is our attempt to make sense of death when it comes near to us.

It certainly has come near to us, too near, too soon.  Our brother in Christ, Don Hastings, has taken his leave from this life and has gone on to the next one.  His death leaves us with questions.  For those who were closest to him, the questions are critical.  What will we do without him?  What will life be like without him?  Don was husband, father and grandfather.  Indeed, what will life be like without him?  Whatever it will be, it will not be the same.  The emptiness left by his dying, if it can be filled, can only be filled by the grace of God and the legacy of Don’s life.  The hope of God in Jesus Christ is God’s promise to us that death does not have the last word.   Even as death takes from us one we never wanted to be without, in Christ we know that there is more to life than the short time we spend on this earth.   In the midst of grief, faith holds the future we cannot see.  Today we weep, but there is a day coming when all will be made well.

Certainly, our faith is a comfort in times like these, but we also have Don’s life and the way he lived it.  All the ways that he gave himself to others without even thinking about it now becomes for us memories of a special man.  Memories that we honor not only when we remember them, but also when we let them impact the way we live our lives.  Don was a devoted husband, father and grandfather.  He cherished his family.  He was a working man.  Overcoming physical challenges, he provided for his family; whether at Lockheed Martin, in his barber shop, or at the grocery store, Don did what needed to be done to make sure that his family had what was needed.  Don was not just concerned about his own family, but the livelihood of other working men and women as well.  He served his country in the Army until polio caused him to be honorably discharged.  His love for his church was always evident.

Pause for a moment and think about the ways that you knew Don.  What memories emerge?  I think of Don as a greeter.  I believe it was his spiritual gift.  He was always greeting people; saying hello to them, and asking them how they were doing.  He never met a stranger.  He was always reaching out to others with a kind word and smile. To give someone a pleasant greeting, a few minutes of your time, may seem like a small thing.  However, Don did it for a lifetime.  Who could count how many lives he touched?  One smile, one hello and one handshake at time, he made his world a better place.  How is it that someone turns to be the kind of person Don was?   I am sure that Don faced enough defeats and challenges. Yet, he still offered himself freely to those around him, sharing his love of life and people.

Don was not just friendly.  He was also concerned.  His ability to empathize was extraordinary.  He would always ask me about Karns football.  As I would share the most recent news, which more often than not was bad news, I could see Don’s face take on the pain and disappointment that was evident from the news I was sharing.  No matter what I told him, he always found something positive to say.  “Well, maybe they will do better this week.”  I will always be grateful to Don for the way he offered hope.

Don:  Thank you for the legacy you have left to us.  May our living be more lively and hopeful as we apply the lessons of your life to our own lives.

Remembering Mary Martin

In Hebrews 12:1-3 we read:

Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and the sin that clings so closely, and let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us, 2looking to Jesus the pioneer and perfecter of our faith, who for the sake of the joy that was set before him endured the cross, disregarding its shame, and has taken his seat at the right hand of the throne of God. 3Consider him who endured such hostility against himself from sinners, so that you may not grow weary or lose heart.

That great cloud of witnesses is richer and fuller tonight because Ms. Mary Martin has taken her place among them. Tonight, her love for Christ and His church has joined that cloud of witnesses that surrounds us. Tonight, her passion for telling the story of God’s work in the world through Ball Camp Baptist Church has joined that cloud of witnesses that surrounds us. Tonight, her love for children and her dedication to teaching them the story of our faith has joined that cloud of witnesses that surrounds us. Tonight, her adventurous heart and her determined spirit have joined that cloud of witnesses that surrounds us.

Monday morning of this week, Mary’s life on this earth came to an end. She was blessed with a long and full life, and we were blessed by the way she lived it.  For most of the last decade, Mary moved with grace and dignity through the halls of Arbor Terrace Assisted Living Facility.  She carried herself with a style and confidence that made you think that she was in charge of the whole place; and that is exactly what she wanted you to think.  Rarely, during those days did it occur to me to think of Mary as a person approaching 100 years of age. She was full of life.  Mary’s condition changed in the last couple of weeks. Those changes in Mary’s condition made me thankful that she had been able to be as active as she was during the last decade of her life.

We can be thankful that Mary lived such a long and full life that contributed so much to so many people. We can also be thankful her life was active and full for so long. Yet, even with good reason to be grateful in the face of Mary’s passing, we also grieve. Death always takes those we love sooner than we are ready to let them go.

Mary is at rest now. Her labor here on this earth is finished. She has left a legacy of commitment and service to God and God’s people. If we have ears to hear, her life and her example will continue to speak to us.  We would do well to listen carefully as the testimony of Mary’s witness echoes through our fellowship.

If we listen carefully, Mary’s life will remind us of the importance of our children and our responsibility to teach them.  For 50 years, Mary taught children in Sunday School in this church. Long before a book was written telling us that it takes a whole village to raise a child, Mary was investing her life into the children of the Ball Camp Baptist Church and community. Were children important to Mary? Fifty years. How important were children to Mary? Fifty years. Did it matter to Mary that generations of children learned the lessons of faith and of God’s great love for each of them? Fifty years. With her life, she proclaimed clearly the value of our children and the vital necessity of teaching them, loving them, and leading them to a personal understanding of the love and grace of God.

If we listen carefully, Mary’s life will remind us of the significance of our history.  Mary loved our church in many ways.  She had a particular passion for the history of our church. In 1970, her History of Ball Camp Baptist Church was awarded third place in a nationwide competition sponsored by the Southern Baptist Convention. (If you would like a copy of Mary’s book, there are two copies in very good condition available at

Mary did not just write history, she lived it. She lived it as a Baptist woman with a deep faith in the grace and mercy of God. Her faith was personal, and her soul was competent. She knew that she was a part of a royal priesthood, and she did not hesitate to use the gifts and talents that God had given to her to proclaim the mighty acts of the One who called us out of darkness into His marvelous light.

When Mary left her home and moved to Arbor Terrace, she took with her scrapbooks of clippings and photos of the life and ministry of our church. She would not let go of that which was so dear to her.  If we listen carefully to Mary’s life, we will hear her saying that our past is important and that our heritage matters.  As Baptists, that means we each have both the freedom and responsibility to read our Bibles with the aid of the Holy Spirit, and to listen for what God would say to us, trusting in the word of God rather than man-made creeds and confessions. It means that church for us is a gathering of people for whom Jesus Christ is Lord and Savior. It means that together we discern God’s direction for our common life without interference from ecclesiastical or governmental interference.

The history and heritage of her faith mattered to Mary. How much? Well, she wrote a book about it.

If we listen carefully, Mary’s life will remind us that our own lives are gifts from God to be celebrated and to be shared.   I never met Mary’s husband. When she would tell me stories of their life together, she referred to him as Martin.  One of her favorite stories involved a night of dancing in a hotel ballroom in downtown Knoxville. After that night, Martin was smitten. Their destiny was to be together. In those days, as Mary would tell the story, the Baptists did not take kindly to those of their membership who frequented dance halls and such. “Such scandalous behavior,” Mary would say as she told me the story with a twinkle in her eye.

Together, they were faithful servants of the Lord at Ball Camp Baptist Church. When our present sanctuary was being built, the church met for worship in the Martin’s store. They gave themselves to God and their community in every way they could.

Whatever we have said tonight, as we remember Mary, will fade with time.  Yet, if we listen carefully, her life will continue to speak to us of what it means to live a rich life that brings glory and honor to God.

Finally, from Mary’s History of Ball Camp Baptist Church, the invitation that she accepted and offered each day of her life and that is offered to each one of us tonight:

To all who are weary and need rest, to all who are lonely and want friendship, to all who morn and need comfort, to all who pray and to all who do not, to all who sin and need a Savior, and to all whosoever will, this Church opens wide its doors and in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ says, “Welcome!”

Mary has been welcomed home. She is at rest with the Lord. Amen.