The passing of a good, kind and gentle man
It hasn't happened since
1891that a Governor of the State of Indiana has died while in office.
There is something about a death "while" serving! Every death
has its uniqueness -- its own pain. But the death of one in office --
serving a church, state, city or nation -- somehow brings a larger measure
to that death.
Perhaps such a response to
this "special" death is the corporate nature of it. The grief is
shared more broadly than the death of a common citizen. The whole
community grieves not just a family and friends.
Governor Frank O'Bannon is
dead! The words are ominous. Somehow they seem surreal. Wrong! Inaccurate!
But they were heard and read by Hoosiers across the state. Indeed across
the nation and world. Each response was different but there was a common
consequence -- loss. Everyone loss Saturday morning -- spouse, son,
daughter, grandchildren, family, friends, stranger, colleagues,
adversaries, Democrats, Republicans. People of different faiths or no
faith, of all races and ethnic groups.
John Donne wrote, "Any
man's death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind;" I feel
diminished today! Something is missing that I had grown accustomed to --
dependent upon -- took for granted. Now, no more.
Governor Frank O'Bannon was
an extraordinary man. Perhaps because he was so ordinary.
I spoke to him a few weeks
ago about an event that both he and I were to address. He called, not his
staff, not his secretary, to clarify his assignment, the context, and the
occasion. Following the conversation I paused, as I have always done after
talking to the Governor whether in church, his office, or at a public
gathering - with renewed profound respect for this utterly, genuinely
humble man. "I've just spoken to the Governor," I thought. Yet
there was nothing to suggest that I had just spoken to the most important
public figure in the State of Indiana. He was ordinary, so down to earth.
In a day of 60-second sound
bites, the manufactured image, the hair and dress consultants, and other
image makers of public figures, Frank O'Bannon was so true to himself --
and to his principles. No glitz! No double talk! Not given to the easy
answer meant to please but not the truth.
Sadly, public figures,
politicians and politics have often been given a bad name -- caricatured
and demeaned. Sometimes as a result of the unprincipled behavior of those
who violated this sacred trust. But politics is a sacred calling, because
its ultimate end is the caring of people; promoting the general welfare,
and especially attending to the needs of those in the citizenry less
strong, less able to fully care for themselves.
We have lost a public servant
in our late Governor who was an example of what public service is intended
to be. While Frank O'Bannon spent more than three decades in government,
somehow one knew he was not the consummate politician. He was more.
A faithful United Methodist,
he was as comfortable singing in the choir as sitting in the pew. He
seemed to relish anonymity. He so easily meshed into a crowd, if you did
not know he was the Governor of the state, you could easily miss him. He
required no public acknowledgement of his presence. It's called humility.
Yet, he had those issues to
which he was committed - passionate in a dispassionate manner. Principles
undergirded his politics!
What a good, kind and gentle
man was our Governor. We are the better and the richer because he touched
our lives in so many different ways. So through our tears, sense of loss
and grief, we thank God for the life and witness of Frank O'Bannon. And I
believe on Saturday morning, September 13, 2003, at 11:33 a.m., God
whispered to Frank O'Bannon, "Well done, my good and faithful
servant."
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