October 25th is Dick Woodward’s birthday (he would have turned 88 today.)The fact that he was 83 when he died as a bedfast quadriplegic in 2014 is miraculous. But everyone who knew Dick Woodward can probably still hear his voice saying, “I can’t, but God can… I didn’t but God did.” (In other words, even when Papa couldn’t do anything but nod his head, God did miraculous things in and through him.) Today in honor of his birthday, here is a poem my sister, Cindy, wrote for him on his 77th birthday. It’s comforting to know that after 28 years as a quadriplegic, today in Heaven he is standing tall in the eternal love of Jesus.
DADHow do we tell the story of your extraordinary life? Your background conditions would have predicted only strife. Growing up in the Depression with barely enough to eat, Your father working day and night just to make ends meet. Overshadowed by your siblings—the seventh child of eleven, But at the age of nineteen sought out by the God of heaven. Such a change in direction, Indescribable new affection! ANYWHERE, ANYPLACE, ANYTIME, Was your commitment to your Savior divine. A gift for speaking and engaging wayward souls, Making the Word simple in order to make men whole. Many years spent preaching to empty pews, When suddenly the wind of the Spirit blew. Then came along the Mildred Alexander show, And a TV audience with a hunger to know. Many folks tuned in to discover The Mini-Bible College from cover to cover. So much spiritual success, But one day really put to the test, A crippling illness took away your mobility, Yet grace was greater than your disability. Immeasurable fruit on seven continents, Broadcasts, booklets, “God-pods” and Internet. “Unexplained happiness” for all to see, “I can’t, but He can”—your secret remedy. So how do we tell your story, Dad? By telling of the Savior you’ve had. Jesus Christ is your all in all, And by His grace you’re STANDING TALL!
Cindy Woodward Kranich 10/25/2007