It was sad to hear the news of Chuck Smith’s passing. For decades he was Senior Pastor of Calvary Chapel Costa Mesa, California. He slipped quietly away from his family and flock to be with the Lord last week, after an almost two-year battle with lung cancer. Chuck was 86.
I know that, ultimately, the death of a Christ-follower is a victory: we shed our mortal bodies to inhabit new, glorious ones that will never again experience struggle, sickness or pain. I watched Chuck’s final sermon last week online. He preached in that old familiar sanctuary that I visited so many times back in the mid-’70s. Chuck made his way to the pulpit and sat while he spoke, an oxygen tube affixed to his nose to help him deliver a message on keeping the faith. No one knew at the time that this would be his last sermon from the pulpit. Looking at the video from that fateful Sunday morning service on September 29th, it was bittersweet.
So many came to the Lord over the years and grew mightily through Chuck’s ministry at Calvary Chapel. I came to know the Lord and, in part, grew in my own faith through the ministry there. I am grateful that when the opportunity arose to minister to those shaggy-haired hippies back in the late-’60’s and ’70s, he said, “Yes!” While so many would turn their backs on the hippies, Chuck welcomed them into Calvary Chapel’s fold. Many were barefooted, unkempt and unshaven—many of Calvary’s members counseled him against it. His decision to reach out to those counter-culture dropouts helped set the wheels in motion for one of the greatest cultural revivals in America, not to mention the incredible Jesus Music and the subsequent worship renewal that was birthed out of it all.
Bittersweet—yes—because it’s an end of an era for believers of my generation from the West Coast. Chuck made sure to raise up several leaders over the years who, in turn, helped plant several churches all over the world and disciple millions. The work will continue as those young leaders, many former hippies from the early days of Calvary Chapel, following Chucks example, duplicated themselves and raised strong leaders for successive generations.
God is honored through the life of Chuck Smith. I don’t want to waste a single day messing around with worthless pursuits, and I would like to end my days knowing I finished the race as well as he did.