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The Bridge Builder

Written by Ron Brackett on Tuesday, 31 May 2016 00:28.

The Bridge Builder 
 
The Bridge Builder
 
An old man going down a lone highway
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and wide and steep,
With waters rolling cold and deep.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
 
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting your strength with building here.
Your journey will end with the ending day,
And you never again will pass this way.
You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build you this bridge at eventide?"
 
The builder lifted his old gray head.
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
The chasm that was as naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim-
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.”
 
by Will Allen Dromgoole
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Bridge Builders Carmon & Frances Hamby

Written by Ron Brackett on Tuesday, 31 May 2016 00:09.

Carmon and Frances HambyAlmost everyone associated with Central Florida Bible Camp, especially over the last 20 years, will know the names Carmon & Frances Hamby.

In 1999 the Hambys built a house on the CFBC campus with the understanding that they could live in it until they died. They spent winters here and summers in Sparta, Tennessee until October 2011 when they sold everything in Sparta and moved here permanently. After only four months, however, Carmon suffered a stroke that put him in a nursing home, paralyzed on his right side and unable to speak. Then in 2016, after several months of declining health, Frances passed away on March 21, followed 17 days later by Carmon on April 7.

More than almost anything on this earth, Carmon and Frances loved Central Florida Bible Camp. Not having children of their own, they seemed to relish in their roles as Bridge Builders, i.e., serving in a significant, albeit behind-the-scenes way to encourage and enhance the social and spiritual lives of the campers that attend here. Carmon spent countless hours doing various projects on our campus, as well as for others, especially the “widow women” as he called them. Whenever he was asked about how much was owed for an odd job he’d just completed, he would usually say “send a check to the camp.” Frances was the epitome of a Christian social butterfly — always visiting with others and concerned about their well-being. She never met a stranger, often asking “who’s that?” and then going over, introducing herself and making a new friend.

Although they lived rather frugally, they were very generous—maybe to a fault some might say. While they spent little on themselves they supported numerous mission efforts, especially those centered on teaching and spreading the gospel. Truly, they were more concerned with laying up treasures in Heaven than here on earth.

They will surely be missed by a host of people. But our loss is their gain. Like the apostle Paul, they can say…
7 I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 8 Finally, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to me on that Day, and not to me only but also to all who have loved His appearing. (2 Timothy 4:7-9)            

                                                     In His service together… 

RB