Timothy was kind, generous to a fault. He carried about himself something of childlikeness in his innocence, yet he was bold as a lion. He was a protector and defender. Often, he had a word in season for me personally that was stabilizing during stormy times. His humility shown on his face with radiance. He loathed titles, yet he was obviously cut out of the same cloth as John the Baptist…a prophet…whom Jesus called the greatest of all. I had great confidence in his walk with God. Timothy never met a stranger, and when you had the opportunity to just sit and talk with him (which is rare) it became obvious that he possessed the mind of Christ with a depth unmatched by what we would consider leaders in the church today. I will miss his brief “pop ins” at the office, his hugs, but mostly his prayers. He lived the admonition of “pray without ceasing.” When Timothy prayed, the heavens moved. Timothy was a friend and a warrior, I will miss him greatly.
Bob Guess
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