
At the time, I still did not have a computer, so I watched Dr. Scott every night at 10 p.m. during his weekday broadcast, and his live "Festivals" on Sunday night. I also picked up a shortwave radio so I could listen at any time, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It was President's day weekend 2005, and my Brother-in-law was going out of town, so he asked me to watch his dog for the weekend. I jumped at the chance, because I knew that I would be able to spend the whole 3 day weekend watching and listening to Dr. Scott online. This was going to be great! I stayed up until 2 or 3 in the morning on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights, and as soon as I woke up, I was back online, taking it all in. I wished I had a computer so badly!
Anyway, to make a long story short, my Brother-in-law returned home around 3 in the afternoon on Monday, and after hearing about his weekend, I said goodbye, thanked him, and headed home. When I arrived at my house, I immediately went in and turned on my shortwave radio. It was 5 p.m., and the first thing that I heard was Doc's wife, Melissa, announcing that at 4:30 p.m., Dr. Gene Scott had passed away.
I just stood there. All I could do was stare at the radio. I didn't move. I was numb. They replayed the announcement over and over again, and I stood there listening to it, for what seemed like hours. I began aimlessly walking around the room. I felt a sense of loss and despair, as though someone in my immediate family had died. Even though I had never met the man, and was never any closer to him than the fourth or fifth row at the Cathedral, I considered him my spiritual father.
Dr. Scott taught me to look beyond the cookie-cutter brand of Christianity that is being force fed in most churches today. He taught me that you don't have to "check your brains at the door" when you enter a church building. He was not afraid to question mainstream teachings, and to consider that "church traditions" were not always correct. He was a bold, outspoken, and extremely intelligent teacher, and even though I have since come to disagree with some of his viewpoints, I'm honored to have called him my Pastor. I still miss you, Doc. See you when I get home.