I met Wayne in about 1968 when he was my 5th grade Sunday School teacher at Gloria Dei. I've known him ever since. When I was a kid, he was the only person who ever took me to a Twins game, and that's the kind of thing you never forget. I visited him and Phyllis on Roy Street one New Year's Day when it had snowed 16 inches the night before. I walked over from our house on Fairview Avenue, but it was worth it for the waffles and fellowship. Thus began a long holiday tradition of "Waffles at Wayne's and Fud's" which continued for many years and accommodated a wide variety of guests. We went to Holden Village (Chelan, Washington) together three times - all terrific experiences. He and Phyllis attended our wedding, and my wife Nancy and I enjoy seeing them in our wedding photos and video. I spoke with Wayne about a week before he died, and he mentioned memories of our wedding, a recollection from 1998. Wayne's entire life, personal and public, was a Christian example for all of us to admire and emulate. His Christian life was dedicated, devoted, and diligent. Wayne is probably the person in my life I have known the longest, and I will miss him in many ways. Memories of him will endure: phone calls with howling laughter, visits to Becketwood, receiving fat envelopes from him in the mail stuffed with news items, jokes, and cartoons. His death is our loss, but no doubt heaven is rejoicing, and as a friend remarked, "he is singing in the big choir now". Dear Lord, help us bless and cherish the memory of Wayne Johnson and his Christian life well-lived. Amen.