Rush Limbaugh died yesterday. The greatest radio broadcaster ever. You can read about his many accolades, his many fans, and his many detractors, on many other places. But today I wanted to talk about why Rush meant a lot to me. And it had nothing to do with politics.
I first learned about Rush from his TV show watching in the ready room of my flight school squadron while in the Marine Corps. He seemed odd at first, pudgy and soft. But when he spoke, fire, All-Marine.
Little would I know how important his words would be to me in the upcoming years as I struggled to find hope after a jet crash.
Rush made sense, and he made me believe I could make sense of my life off the rails. He also made me believe I could still make a difference in the world. As bad as I might feel, he wouldn't let the fire of American spirit die, "pick yourself up and keep going" exuded with every breath he spoke. I felt it my duty to not give up.
On one of his last shows he talked about his faith and his relationship with Christ. In the spirit of that, this Bible verse is for him, and us.
John 14:1-3 1 “Do not let your heart be troubled; believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you.