As many of you know my wife Sandi’s father, Paul Lowenberg, passed away. Last week we had a graveside service in Wichita, Kansas, followed by a Memorial Service at Central Assembly here in Springfield. He would have been 95 next month and was ready to go to his heavenly home. Yet as happy as we are for him, the sting not having him in our lives remains. Thanks to all of you who have prayed for us and been such a great support during this time.
His memorial service reminded me again of how eagerly and energetically Dad Lowenberg lived for Christ and His Church. Even into his 80’s he was still traveling the world and preaching. Like me he was born in Canada but unlike me he pioneered some 20 churches in Canada before coming to the States. Then Douglas McArthur called for American missionaries to go to post WWII Japan. Few responded, but Dad Lowe did, raising money to plant a church there. He spent six months in Japan while Sandi was still just a baby. When it came time to board a plane to come back he felt clearly impressed by the Holy Spirit to not get on the plane. He waited and endured all the complications of booking a later flight. The plane he refused to board crashed. Dad Lowenberg later found out that at the very same time his godly father, still living on the Canadian prairies, felt exceptionally burdened to pray and intercede for his son’s safety. I love stories like that! Dad Lowenberg later named his son, Doug, after Douglas McArthur.
Dad Lowenberg went on to be known as a ‘Prince of Preachers’ in the American Assemblies of God and around the world. He was an orator with anointing, a craftsman with the English language. He loved God’s Word passionately — even when he was just sitting around the house and not preaching. That is partly why I knew he was the real thing. I am also extremely grateful that he said ‘yes’ when I called him long distance back in 1983 and asked for the hand of his one and only daughter in marriage! Very nice man.
You can’t put legacies into coffins. Neither can you confine a person’s influence to a grave. We committed his body to the ground but we treasure the gift of one man’s extraordinary legacy and the influence that lives on in us.