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Legacy - John Powell


Today we celebrate the life and legacy of John Powell.  But his legacy is not a mega church as many might think, rather lives impacted, even saved, because he was obedient to God, faithful, prayerful, keeping step with Holy Spirit.

When we think of legacy, the image of a flow down through the generations usually comes to mind.  And, indeed, there is exponential influence as it passes from one generation to the next. 

But today Holy Spirit showed me the legacy of a believer this way.

Within the brilliant, golden stream of Grace, it’s one kneeling down low with folded hands, then turning hands over, cupping them, so another can step in, then bearing them up - lifting them deeper into the Presence of God.

Countless ones have stepped into cupped hands, that were first born up in the hands of John Powell, (even me, even mine, and I am eternally grateful!) and on and on, and up and up - exponentially...   


The man who declared himself a simple follower of Christ was indeed entrusted with much, given great influence and his legacy will surely continue on until we are altogether gathered home. All because he knelt low before his Lord and Savior – Jesus Christ.
Grateful for this faith-filled patriarch - I am, literally, eternally in his debt.

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  1. Amen, sister! Spending quality time with John and Faye is one of the greatest blessings I've had the privilege of experiencing. I look forward to celebrating their lives and ministries at today's memorial

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  2. What a wonderful tribute to a humble man so dedicated to our Lord.

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