Father Timothy Kavanagh is a retired Episcopal priest who lives with his wife Cynthia in the North Carolina town of Mitford. He’s retired now, in his 70’s, and when he served as a pastor, he didn't have a big church and he wasn't a well-known speaker or writer. But still, he’s one of my heroes, and it would always be a compliment to be compared to him.
Father Tim and I are very different. He's
Episcopalian, I've been a Baptist most of my life. He didn't marry till he
was 62 and I've been married since I was 20. He’s a Southerner, born in
Mississippi, and I've lived all my life in the West. Father Tim has one son,
still in graduate school and not yet married. My two sons have completed
college and are both married with children of their own.
But despite a lot of differences, Tim
Kavanagh is a man I’m proud to know, and someone I aspire to be like. He is a
man of prayer, and I wish to be, too. He loves people and they know it. I love
people, but sometimes they don’t know it.
Father Tim consistently shares the gospel and regularly sees God’s grace
transform the unlikeliest of people. I've seen Jesus save people, but long for
more.
Maybe Father Tim isn't everybody’s idea
of a hero, but he is mine.
Don’t believe it when people tell you
fiction isn't true. Of course it’s true. Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “Fiction
reveals truth that reality obscures.” Jesus told great, eternally true stories
that were “made up” - a father with two lost sons, a rich man and a poor man
who end up in different places in eternity, a persistent widow, a kind
Samaritan.
And I have a hero named Father Tim.