I think of our mentor Billy Godwin; my Ghanaian-American brother Eric Adu; my nephew Rusty Staples; and many others. Perhaps you know of someone who passed away at a relatively young age. But today I remember someone particular…someone very special.
Approximately one year ago, just a few days after Christmas, my Argentinean brother, Jorge Lattuada, lost his short battle with cancer and went to be with Jesus.
Jorge was a man of great courage. Many people who have been given a prognosis of “6 months to live” would have folded their tents and given up. He never did. He planned to serve His Lord by working as the Associate Director of our ministry, Hands Held High (www.handsheldhigh.info). By faith, he led his wife, Karen and their two children, Briana and Joseph, cross country from Georgia to Texas in order to fulfil God’s call upon his life. Karen said it well: “If Jorge dies, he is going to die with his boots on.” Spoken like a true champion & a pioneer. Indeed, just one week after brain surgery, he preached the Gospel at a local church here in Central Texas.
Jorge’s home going was sad for us who remain here but make no mistake about it: Stepping into the presence of God was not sorrowful for Jorge. According to Psalms 116:15, “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints”. He trusted his Lord to care for Karen and their children, and I am sure that he heard, “Well done, good and faithful servant. Enter into the joy of The Lord!”
I don’t claim to understand why he died so young, only a month after arriving here in Central Texas, but I am confident that his faith in his Savior, Jesus Christ, sustained and finally delivered him into the arms of his Father.
Today, the ministry of Hands Held High continues to serve the Body of Christ in the forgotten places of South Asia, but Jorge’s faith is not forgotten. Nor will it ever be. Not only did he and Karen have a successful ministry through Youth With a Mission (YWAM) in South America, but he stepped out in faith to work with us here and actively participated to the best of his ability right up until his passing into a life free of sickness.
I miss this beloved brother and friend but his legacy continues. And I am deeply thankful that my Father reconnected us after a long separation of eight years. Well done, my friend, well done. I hope to join with you again one day soon.
“God buries his workmen but carries on his work.”- written on the tomb of Jonathan Edwards.