It is a tribute to Brother Tim that I'm so affected by his death. I hardly knew him--not long at all. I never met him. I guess we connected through some mutual blogger friends. I think he looked me up...he is a registered "follower" of Border Explorer, commented here sometimes. Occasionally he'd email. We played games together on Facebook.
Through all these seemingly superficial interactions, I came to know him. And like him. Better than I like most people.
Tim had a clear-eyed view of how this world works, the "dirty rotten system" part that Dorothy Day spoke of. He did not shirk from that. Or pretend it wasn't there.
When I first met him, I was a bit skeptical of his "Jesus is my boss" cap, and the "Brother" moniker. But he was authentic, of that I came to be sure. Those who know him better than I attest to the fact that he was one of the few "real" Christians, in the sense of Gandhi's comment about Christianity might be a good religion if anyone ever tried to live it. They tell me that Tim was one who did. He is the kind of Christian I believe in.
I feel really bad for his family. If I'm hurting this much at losing Tim, what must they be going through?
Brother Tim, I feel really lucky that I got to glimpse your presence on this planet for a bit. You have earned a rest. May your karma, your spirit, remain here and infect the rest of us with your passion for justice and peace.