Memory Eternal: My friend, Eugene H. Peterson – by Brad Jersak

This week marked the passing of my friend, Eugene H. Peterson, into that place of brightness and refreshing, where sorrow and mourning are no more, and Christ wipes away every tear from our eyes. I don't call Peterson 'my friend' lightly. Nor do I intend to pseudo-humbly, not-so-subtly name drop. In one of the more moving moments of my life, he said to me, "Thank you for your friendship." It surprised me in the same way that it surprised me to think that Christ is not only my friend, but that perhaps I am his. When Eden and I met Jan and Eugene at a pastors' retreat in Estes Park, Colorado, they listened attentively--pastorally, in the ...