This post is dedicated to one of my most beloved Uncles, Jhonny Massie
He passed away at the age of 51 on Saturday 18th of May, 2013. It happened to be his birthday and for someone who gave his life to Jesus, I could not think of a more fitting date to mark him entering eternity.
As I am still overseas and unable to make it to his funeral, my family asked if I could put together a Eulogy. Words to honor my Uncle. An expression of my heart. A glimpse into our relationship. I pray it will bless you.
Grace & Peace,
Jhonny Massie. Jhonny Boy. Om Jojon. Uncle Jhonny. Om J.
These are a few of the names we knew him by. Regardless of what we may have called him he was a son, a brother, an uncle & friend to many. The people here today are representative of that. Firstly, thank you everyone for being here as we come to celebrate Om J’s life and remember him, never forgetting what he means to all of us. I wish I could be there with you all, but I hope that these words will convey well enough to you the memory of my beloved Uncle.
Om J is one of my mums little brothers. Being one of the youngest of 11 siblings he would milk that for all it was worth. I’m the baby of my family and I know I did. He lived with us from time to time. If not with my parents it would always be with one of the family members.
He would always look for ways to help the family and was so generous. I remember when he worked at City Extra, at the end of his shift he would always cook extra food and bring it back for us kids to share. He made the best burgers ever. Then as I got older, he would give me pocket money any time I would pick him up. That’s how Om J was.
He went and traveled around Australia looking for his next breakthrough in his career as a Chef. From Adelaide, Perth, Brisbane and Katherine. It never kept him away from us for too long though because family meant so much to him. He was like a boomerang. No matter how far away he went he would always come back.. and I know that my mums cooking would always be something that would bring him home.
I loved growing up with him. All my memories of Om J are great ones. He may not have had the big dragon tattoo and bad boy nature like Uncle Ronny, who ironically is now a pastor. Or that quiet kind hearted peaceful temper of Om Honey. Or as cheeky and as ‘Manado’ as his brother Om Ongky. Or business minded and firm as our uncle Om Hein. Or as quiet as Om Didi.
He was the cool guitar playing rock-n-roll uncle. The master chef. He would be the babysitter that let us do all the things our parents wouldn’t let us. He enjoyed to joke around and tease. He would always promise so much more than he could ever deliver. He was big hearted. He was more of an older brother to me and I know that he saw me as a little brother more than a nephew. That was my Om J. That is how I will always remember him.
I had some of the most amazing conversations with him by his bedside. Memories I will always treasure. As tough as the last few years were I will remember them as some of my best with him. I know that he changed after he accepted Jesus as his Lord and Saviour. When he finally understood that what he tried to achieve as a brother, uncle & friend in his relationships only dwarfed the love he must first know as the Son of our Heavenly Father. This was the turning point in our relationship. He opened his heart and loved because He was first loved.
Two days before he passed, I was messaging with him. Letting him know I was praying for him. I encouraged him to keep his heart filled with the love of Christ and fill his mind with His word. I quoted to him Psalm 139:1-16. And after all I wrote, he replied. His last message to me was one word. It penetrated my heart. It brought me to tears. It was simply, “Amen”.
Amen. Amen. The word “Amen” is a most remarkable word. It is a word of expression. An absolute trust and confidence in God. In hebrew it means ‘so be it’, ‘let it be fulfilled’ or simply ‘let it be’. And at the end of his life and all that he had experienced through this time. His final word to me summarizes the faith I knew that grew in him. Amen. Amen.
On that note I would like to end this quoting lyrics from a band he loved with a song I feel is fitting, especially for Om J.
‘Let it Be’ by the Beatles.
And when the broken-hearted people,
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, Let it be.
For though they may be parted,
There is still a chance that they will see,
There will be an answer, Let it be.
And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a light that shines on me,
Shine until tomorrow, Let it be.
I pray that we will always remember him for the blessing that he was to us. That we can have confidence, in Christ, that he is now with his heavenly Father & when the time comes that we will see him again.
I love you Om J. Your boy,