Two weeks ago, Christopher and I took a last minute trip to Boston to attend the memorial meeting for Brother Dave Bekker. It was such a privilege to be there and hear the sharing from so many concerning our brother’s life and service. I wish I could have recorded the testimonies; they were all so precious. At the least, I wanted to have a record of what I shared in my allotted two minutes. I had typed it out on my ipod – starting while at the park with Christopher the day before and then finishing in bed while struggling with jet lag the night before.
I had the privilege of serving on the team with Brother Dave when the Cambridge team was formed in 2004. I also lived with the Bekkers for a brief time and was in their home meeting for three years. I had many opportunities to observe how Brother Dave lived and served and I saw that his living was his serving. His ministry was just his person. He took every opportunity to minister Christ, whether he was in coordination, on campus, at the gas station, or at the dinner table.
Brother Dave was a real pattern to all of us who served with him. Firstly, he was a pattern in being a lover and enjoyer of Christ. His love and enjoyment of the Lord was always fresh. Secondly, he was a pattern to us in his faithfulness. There were days when I was wrapped up in my own petty problems and had no heart to care for others. Then I would see Brother Dave meeting a student on campus or bump into him coming down Mass Ave. on his blue scooter coming back from campus – and I would say to myself, “Sophia, I don’t care how you feel right now, if Brother Dave can still be out there on campus, you have no excuse not to be there too.” He never took pity on himself and so we had no excuse to take pity on ourselves. He was always faithful to present his body a living sacrifice, regardless of how weak that body might have been.
Brother Dave shepherded all the young full-timers on the team as a father. He used to set apart one day of his weekly schedule to have individual appointments with us so he could check on how we were doing. I really treasured those times and I don’t think I could have continued serving without that supply. One semester I was having a particularly difficult time, not so happy with my circumstances and very angry at the Lord. During one of my weekly times with Brother Dave, I broke down crying and told him I was ready to quit, not just serving, but the church life. He didn’t say anything, but just sat there and wept with me. I’ll never forget that. That shepherded me more that any words could have.
I will be eternally grateful to the Lord for giving me the opportunity to have known Brother Dave, to have served with him , and to have been under his shepherding and perfecting. He was a real drink offering, willing to be poured out on the sacrifice and service of the saints. May we all aspire to be imitators of his faith.