The beginning of Spring will always commemorate the birth of a very special boy in the city of Karlskrona, Sweden. He was the oldest of three siblings, but his sister went back to God at a very early age. His brother, Leif, still lives in Karlskrona.
Thirty-eight years of my life were connected to Bengt. Come Fall it will be nine years since he went to be with the Lord. Almost nine years since a part of me died with him. I was left with a hole that has not been filled. When we bury a loved one, we bury part of ourselves. Today I celebrate his memory once again
Matthew 6:33, about choosing God’s Kingdom first, connects us the most. That was our verse, and we practiced it.
Romans 12:18, about living in peace with everyone, was the verse Bengt lived by. His mother taught him that. In some ways she went to extremes (my opinion), because she taught her son not to defend himself. That made him a “hackkyckling” in school, someone who everybody picked on. Once again I’m going back to his Swedish roots. “Hacka” is to pick on and “kyckling” is a chicken. So he was a chicken that everyone picked on. Not fun at all.
I don’t know all the stories, but one that he would repeat time and again, especially when he had to start learning English, was one time at school when the teacher was trying to teach him to pronounce the word “hotel.” He didn’t say it to the teacher’s satisfaction. Every time he tried and failed the teacher got more upset and screamed at him. Bengt, of course, got more nervous and could not for his life get the pronunciation. What a sad way to treat a boy.
Happy days in Bengt’s life
Bengt was born and saved for a special purpose. He fell from the second story of their house and survived! Another time he hit his head very bad on the concrete (riding his bike) and his dad had to walk him to the health clinic with his head bundled up in a towel. They had no other way of getting there. Old times! Different times!
His special purpose was to be a missionary among people in the Andes Mountains. He fit in like a pea in a pod! And people loved him. Bengt was very friendly and liked to laugh and joke around.
He was not the Prince Charming of my dreams. God reminded me that he doesn’t look on the outside but at the heart. Bengt had a good heart. I remember my brother Pepe telling me that it didn’t matter if he wasn’t handsome, as long as he was kind. His kindness made him a very handsome man.
We were both born in Sweden but were cultures apart. I was raised in South America. We had moved quite a lot and I had gone to school in four different languages. Bengt never left Karlskrona. When we had married I once told my mother, “I think I’ve married a foreigner!” We had a lot of adjusting to do. It took many years. But we made it. At the end we were like two peas in a pod. And then it was time for him to bid me farewell and go on ahead to wait for me in Heaven!
Our oldest daughter is there with him. And he has the company of his mother, his father, his sister, and his mother-in-law! And best of all, he is in the presence of Jesus!
Do you have the hope that when your day comes to leave this life you will go to your heavenly home? Is heaven your home? This week we are celebrating Easter once again, the time of the year when we especially remind ourselves of the sacrifice Jesus paid on the cross to open the way for us to have peace with God.
Bengt received Jesus as his Lord and Savior when he was 20 years old. He never regretted that decision. It was the best thing he ever did. Because Bengt received Jesus in his life, ten years later I accepted to be his wife. Now our daughter loves Jesus and his grandchildren also love the Lord. What a blessed chain reaction!
I celebrate the memory of a very kind man –a peacemaker. A man that was born with a purpose! Later on this week we will talk about another man who also was born with a special purpose.
I don’t doubt that each person has a purpose to be on this planet. Very few find that purpose. Do you know what God has called you to be?
Seek first God’s Kingdom in your life and you will discover
the beauty of serving God.