George K died on his birthday

George K was a friend. We grew to know and love God together through a number of adventures when we were in those formative years - the ones everyone hates, yet during which characters are forged and cemented in place. George was a talent - a musician and was always intense. Blond hair and dark brown eyebrows that pointed down toward the bridge of his nose gave him a piercing gaze. In those years the black rimmed glasses were common and his memorably increased the strength of his face.

His music could stir one's emotion right down to the soul. He loved His Savior and the music carried that commitment. Notes were certain. Faith was certain. He was strong, and those close to him gained confidence in the message as the music soared.

George is with our Savior Jesus now. The day he completed 62 years in this world, he left us. Though the paths we traveled crossed only infrequently, love for that man burned on. We communicated every decade or so, as the patterns set before cell phones, college, families and the internet were not easily relearned. Our last several touches were about the frailty of our aging bodies under the burden of our respective cancers. His was worse, but his message had more hope.

Thank you Father God, YHWH, for the years You gave me the honor of George's life shining into my heart, singing to my soul, playing his music to my ears, and challenging my life with his force of living. He was Your good and faithful servant. #georgekoehl #servantheart