It would take an entire chapter in a book to tell this story…
But six years ago, on this day, a kind, loving, and brilliant young man left this earth. His name was Andy Tant, and while he was here, he impacted my life in a good way. Andy was filled with the Spirit of God, and with a level of godly wisdom that I have never seen equaled in a boy who was only sixteen when he suddenly stepped into eternity.
Back in 1993 I became friends with this young man. His parents are devout Christians, and Andy was to become the editor of his middle school newspaper. He heard my testimony and it inspired him. We exchanged a few letters. We spoke over the telephone. I found it hard to believe that Andy was only in his early teens. He was mature beyond his years. His level of spiritual insight was exceptional. He was active in ministry, such as reaching out to the homeless in nearby Nashville.
It was Andy whom God used to encourage me to share my story with his classmates. He gave me the inspiration to begin reaching out to young persons. Andy shared my story with his school, both with the students and staff. It went over so well that I knew that his generation was indeed receptive to what I had to say.
And then on December 8, 1996, on a lonely country road, my little friend died in a car crash. I was stunned and saddened. But today Andy's voice continues to resound in my ears:
Back in 1993 I became friends with this young man. His parents are devout Christians, and Andy was to become the editor of his middle school newspaper. He heard my testimony and it inspired him. We exchanged a few letters. We spoke over the telephone. I found it hard to believe that Andy was only in his early teens. He was mature beyond his years. His level of spiritual insight was exceptional. He was active in ministry, such as reaching out to the homeless in nearby Nashville.
It was Andy whom God used to encourage me to share my story with his classmates. He gave me the inspiration to begin reaching out to young persons. Andy shared my story with his school, both with the students and staff. It went over so well that I knew that his generation was indeed receptive to what I had to say.
And then on December 8, 1996, on a lonely country road, my little friend died in a car crash. I was stunned and saddened. But today Andy's voice continues to resound in my ears:
| “Go reach them, David. Tell them your story of hope. Bring some light to my generation.” |
With God's help, I will do so.
D.B.
D.B.