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When he introduced Eutychus to his Christianity Today readers, Clowney wondered if anyone “reflected on the name when Paul’s prolonged discourse was interrupted by the abrupt disappearance of ‘Lucky’ from the window sill?” Had perhaps the goddess “Tyche” (Lady Luck) revenged herself “on an apostate from an old cult?” Ed, of course, went on to imagine for us the joy those members of the First Church of Troas must have experienced when they saw Eutychus restored to life: “The gates of hell could not prevail against the church of Christ. The bondage of ‘good luck’ was broken by the Good News…” From it all, Ed derived this lesson: “No doubt Eutychus should have been listening and praying rather than sleeping, but childlike faith and deep sleep are not unconnected. Tyche’s devotees are great insomniacs; they must keep one eye on their capricious goddess. The psalmist, on the other hand, said, ‘In peace will I both lay me down and sleep’ for the Lord who never slumbers was his Keeper.” No doubt all of us who have loved this modern day Eutychus count ourselves “lucky with holy luck” (to steal a line from Eugene Peterson) to have been the beneficiaries of his extraordinary wit, artful wordsmanship, and irrepressible joy. No doubt we all wish our Eutychus could still be listening and praying alongside us, challenging us to a still more childlike faith. But we are content that he has been allowed what Paul calls “a being with Christ which is better by far” and a place in what the writer to the Hebrews calls “the church of the firstborn, those enrolled in heaven.” For the Lord who never slumbers is indeed “Lucky’s” Keeper.
I think it was the way Dr. Clowney knew Christ that lent such beauty and power to his preaching, writing, teaching, telling Bible stories, his counsel, his friendship. And one thing grips me more than anything else as I reflect.... Knowing Dr. Clowney has left me wanting to know Christ so very much more, in the way that changes everything. So, my tears of sorrow mingle with tears of longing for more of Christ ...a longing we know will be perfectly fulfilled one day, as Dr.Clowney is experiencing right now, and will from now on, forever.
During my M. Div years at WTS (1998-2002), I had several precious opportunities to listen to his sermons and special lectures. I still vividly remember one time when I was sitting right next to him. I was so thrilled and excited just to sit next to "The Edmund Clowney," that is, "The Living Legend of WTS Practical Theology" that I asked him if he could write his autograph on my brand new NIV Study Bible, which has been a good friend of mine ever since, He gently smiled at me and said, "Sure, although I didn't write it!" It wasn't only his powerful preaching or thorough theological knowledge but also his humble and friendly Christian character that profoundly touched, challenged and transformed the course of many lives. Thank you Dr. Clowney for being a woderful role model for generations to come! Although I'm very saddened by the fact that I can't see you face to face for now, I'm also grateful for the fact that we will meet again in eternity in Christ. This Easter Sunday will be a special reminder of the eschatological hope of the empty tomb. As you rest in peace in the Lord, I will do my best to carry on what you have taught me through your life. May God comfort and encourage your famly and friends to continue the journey to the cross! Love, Jung Min, In Sook, Susan, Paul & Grace from Seoul, Korea
I am saddened by your loss of God's faithful servant, Ed, and pray that you know that now he is where "eye hath not seen, nor ear heard ...what God has prepared for those who love Him." And I pray that this comforts you. This past week, my daughter played on the violin, Ode to Joy by Beethoven for our homeschool group. We then sung the words penned by Ed Clowney's son, David, written for Ode to Joy. It was beautiful. It has been a favorite of our family since my husband, Brian, went to Westminster in the 80's, where we met David and knew his father, the President of the Seminary. While I was working at the seminary in the mailroom, President Clowney found out my desire to paint and asked me to bring my artwork to show him sometime. I was dumbfounded that he cared to spend time encouraging me in my artwork as I was only a Seminarian's wife! Apparently from the other heartfelt messages I have read today, (with tears), this was typical for him, to show EVERYONE that they are important in the work God has called them to do. He pressed me to do "all to God's glory" and I see he meant to do that with his own life (back in the 80's) and he did just that, I am sure, with God's grace. We send warm thoughts to David, Bettina and the boys (men, by now, I imagine), as well as to you all. Mary Frances and Brian Miller
I recall like only yesterday when I learned that Ed and Jean would be coming to Houston to serve in our church. I was surprised that he, with his sterling credentials and great following, would join a small beginning church such as ours. I pondered what he would be like--could I know him and even have a chance to perhaps learn from his own lips a small portion of his enormous wealth of theological wisdom and insight. Awed by a figure so famous and acknowledged to be so eminent, I found instead a quiet little man, with a sense of humor and, above all else, profoundly humble. When asked later to write an article profiling Ed, his eternal humility, rather than his well chronicled scholarship and teaching, was the feature that sprang first to mind. I learned much from Ed, but the foremost truth I learned from his beautiful life is that genuine christian belief necessarily pours out in simple humility before our awesome God. I choose now, rather than dwelling on my own feelings of loss, to remember Ed for directing us to the glory of God's redemptive purpose throughout the Word and for exhibiting what it is to truly be a follower of Christ. My prayer is that I may some day be one tenth the person Ed was; I treasure the example he left us and I long for the day when we can stand side by side before the throne and sing praises to God with voices that will never grow weary.
My eyes are brimming with tears right now as I remember Ed Clowney. I just this moment read of his death. I send my love to your family, and I will pray for God's glory in these next days. I humbly consider Edmund P. Clowney my mentor and single most significant influence in shaping my ministry of preaching (though I would not hold him responsible for how poorly I do it). He taught me to "Preach Christ from the Scriptures" and his motto has become mine, and my life's calling. He passed on to me the conviction that Jesus is really and truly the message of every Scripture, the passion to find him there, and the zeal to put him on display so that the people of God may see him, and hear him, and may love him and believe him and adore him, and might live. I cannot overstate the degree to which his tutelage affected me, nor the esteem in which I have continued to hold him for Jesus' sake. My only regret is not having had more time with him, more opportunity to sit at his feet and absorb some wisdom. How I thank God for the privilege of studying under him at Westminster! He was dear to me. I will never preach again without remembering him. If God is pleased to make it possible I will be present at one of the services, and will be there weeping and rejoicing at the same time. If not, I will be praying for you all. [David, I do not expect you to remember this inauspicious student of yours, but I remember you fondly, and continue to be grateful for the things you taught me. 1982-1986 were very, very special years for me.] Most affectionately yours in Christ our Lord, Rev. Craig Combs |