Benjamin Lee Fudge:
Reflections of a Son
Edward Fudge
Kirkwood, Missouri
Benjamin Lee Fudge, known
to many as Bennie Lee Fudge, was born April 5, 1914, and died following
a sudden but brief illness on February 5, 1972. His funeral was held at
the Eastside Church of Christ, Athens, Alabama, February 7, 19 72, and
his body was laid to rest in Roselawn Cemetery, Athens, Alabama, in
sight of Athens Bible School, which he was instrumental in founding. The
following are the reflections of his oldest son, written one week after
the funeral.
So many thoughts come to
mind this morning as I think about Daddy. The simple phrase "he trusted
in God" seems so appropriate a summation of his life. When my
17-year-old brother Paul went to the hospital Saturday before last
minutes after Daddy's death, he was directed to the chapel where Mother
was. Upon entering the room (he later said) his first thoughts were the
words from Job, "The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away; blessed be the
name of the Lord." Paul wrote these words on our family noteboard at
home, where they greeted the eye of every caller during those days that
followed and gave such strength to all of us. Paul's faith was also
Daddy's faith. He trusted in God.
"The faith of thy mother
" the apostle wrote to Timothy, and these words come to mind now.
Through nearly 29 years with Daddy, Mother was in my opinion the perfect
example of what a Christian wife should be and as for her role as a
mother, six children and three daughters-in-law stand ready to testify.
Her faith had been learned early in life, as the daughter of Brother and
Sister W. N. Short in Africa. Now the Lord answered Mother's prayer for
strength to join in every song at the funeral and while the rest of us
had an idea of supporting her, we often found ourselves leaning on her
instead. She will carry on Daddy's ministry of spreading the Word of God
through the printed page in the C. E. I. Publishing Company and
associated outlets, God being her helper. I think now of Mother's faith.
"He that humbleth himself
shall be exalted." This phrase from Scripture came to mind more than
once last week, and I do not know of any word which summarized Daddy's
life-goal more than this one: service. As we stood beside his casket
while hundreds and hundreds of people walked by to pay their respects
and give us a word of comfort, we were impressed by the many faces we
did not know-of people he had helped in one way or another during the
years. Old people came by who depended on his daily greeting as he
walked to work. Others could not be there because they were bedfast, but
they win miss his regular visits to read the Word of God and pray with
them. One badly crippled man walked over a mile through bad weather to
pay his respects. He lives alone and operates a little concession stand
near Daddy's bookstore on the square. Every Thanksgiving and Christmas
dinner at our house included a trip to town with a special plate for
Sam. Sam will miss Daddy.
I have no idea how many
preachers remarked concerning the times they had called on him for
advice, for answers to a Bible question, for simple conversation or an
encouraging word. Many an evening meal at home was interrupted by the
telephone ring and someone, somewhere, wanting to ask a Bible question.
"No respect of persons"
comes to, mind. Daddy never had any use for those who played favorites,
or exalted preachers above other Christians. He often said that his
greatest aim in preaching (besides giving the pure Word of God) was to
be simple. He preached for the mine people he lived for -- those who
lacked most of this world's goods and often its formal education -- but
people rich in faith and good works. This knack for expressing great
truths of the Bible in simple language served him well during eleven
years of daily radio preaching, and only God knows the lives he
influenced for Christ through that medium. Now he was dead. Little
children hugged Mother's neck, and said he meant a lot to them. The
mayor of Athens wrote her a letter. People who misspelled words sent
cards of condolences. Well-known brethren paid him tributes. People
known to few others came to say they cared and would miss him too. They
all mattered to him, and they all strengthened our hearts.
A Christian Only
"A Christian only" This
phrase is not from Scripture, but it expresses a goal of Daddy's life --
and one he sought to instill in all whom his influence touched. He was
not a "Church of Christ Christian" -- if there is such a thing; he was
simply a Christian who believed what he understood the Bible to teach
and practiced it---and that put him with those known as churches of
Christ. No party within the church could claim him, though every child
of God could, His fellowship with God's children was limited only by
their acceptance of him -- so long as they had obeyed Acts 2:38 and were
sincerely trying to please God, to lead a holy life and to abstain from
a factious spirit. If he opposed congregational support of institutions
or certain organizational arrangements, if he took a certain stand on
"the war question," or "the covering question,"' or any other question
or issue -- it was only because he thought that was God's will -- never
because he belonged to any kind of brotherhood or party or segment for
which he waved a flag or to which he gave allegiance. No man ever stood
firmer for his Biblical convictions -- and no man, in our time suffered
more for them. But no man, I believe, ever loved more those who differed
with him, or tried harder to enjoy Christian brotherhood with all God's
children.
Christ Magnified by Death
Years ago Daddy had said
that his funeral was to be so far as possible a happy event, that it was
to include the song "My Hope is Built on Nothing Less," and that it was
to emphasize the grace of God. In keeping with this, there was
congregational singing (700 voices strong): "Our God, He is Alive!" "We
Saw Thee Not," and "My Hope is Built on Nothing Less."
Brother Doyle Banta spoke
of what Daddy had meant to him. Brother Irven Lee read the fifty-third
chapter of Isaiah and pointed us to Him who died so we all might live.
Brother A. J. (Jack) Rollings led our minds to the Throne as we poured
out our hearts to the Father of mercies. Brother R. L. Andrews paid a
tribute to Daddy out of his experiences. Those who knew Daddy could best
appreciate Brother Andrews' reflection that he was probably quite busy
already greeting and visiting with Moses, David, Elijah and other saints
of days gone by. Brother Sewell Hall summed up by saying that Daddy was
a sinner -- just like the rest of mankind. All his good works couldn't
save him, or remove his sins. But, he noted, we have great confidence
and assurance, for Daddy had believed the gospel and had been joined to
Christ in baptism. And by faith he had lived all his days -- never
intending to boast of his own righteousness or merit but always in the
cross of Christ. His ambition was never to be good enough himself to be
saved. His ambition was rather to be found in Christ -- not having any
righteousness but that which is by faith in Christ Jesus. Because this
was his goal, and because his good works testified to such a faith, we
have every hope that Daddy is now present with the Lord, and that he
will certainly be among those saints whom Christ will bring with Him at
His coming. The congregation finally joined in praise to God as we
followed the body Daddy once occupied from the church building, singing
together, "Blessed Be the Name of the Lord!"
With such glorious hope,
with such assurance of faith, with such knowledge of God's marvelous
provisions of grace and love to us sinners, with such courage in the
midst of grief and tragedy, with such praise to God in the face of
Satan's most evil work-with all this, I say, God's saints on that day
gave the devil a stunning blow, and God was magnified through His Son
Jesus Christ. That, too, was Daddy's goal, that Christ should be
magnified in his body, whether by life or by death.
We look forward now to
the day when we will join all God's saints of all the ages in that final
and eternal victory taunt against the devil -- that day when Christ
shall return, and the dead will be raised, and with our Lord we win
behold the destruction of Satan and of death itself chanting together as
we reunite to be with our Christ forever, "O Death, where is thy sting!
O Grave, where is thy victory!"
For this we live. I
Corinthians 15:58.
TRUTH MAGAZINE, XVI: 22,
pp. 9-11
April 6, 1972 |