05-06 2021 18:58
wrote:
I've known Clive McKnight all my life. He was a faithful friend of my parents, and like parents passing on genes to their children, my sisters and I inherited this friendship.
Clive was a special and vibrant character. His personality was intoxicating and none escaped it. His many stories were not just funny, but also legendarily memorable. I recall one story he told me of when he enrolled in a Karate School called, "The Purple Dragon," so that he could defend himself when he worked as a maxi-taxi driver. The vivid images that were painted in my mind that day were so comedic that I laughed and they are just as colourful today as they first were when he told the story to me. It makes me laugh even now.
His booming voice was heard from afar off and before I saw him, I heard him.
"Hi Clive," smiling.
"Yuh good, girl?"
And so our conversation would begin and he'd be sure to ask for my mom and siblings, always making sure that everyone was ok. Shortly into the conversation, he'd mention that he had a crusade or an evangelistic effort coming up and he wanted "Grace Full" to sing for it. Never knowing the exact date, he'd say, "The first Sabbath..." in whatever month it was, and regardless of if we were unavailable with another engagement, he never took no for an answer. He insisted, boldly, that we sing. We never disappointed him.
Clive will NEVER be forgotten by me and I am sure many others. He has touched and impacted many, he has been etched into our hearts and minds and has left a memorable impression.
One day, the sting of death will be no more when Jesus comes again and we WILL see Clive McKnight again.
05-06 2021 18:58
wrote:
I've known Clive McKnight all my life. He was a faithful friend of my parents, and like parents passing on genes to their children, my sisters and I inherited this friendship.
Clive was a special and vibrant character. His personality was intoxicating and none escaped it. His many stories were not just funny, but also legendarily memorable. I recall one story he told me of when he enrolled in a Karate School called, "The Purple Dragon," so that he could defend himself when he worked as a maxi-taxi driver. The vivid images that were painted in my mind that day were so comedic that I laughed and they are just as colourful today as they first were when he told the story to me. It makes me laugh even now.
His booming voice was heard from afar off and before I saw him, I heard him.
"Hi Clive," smiling.
"Yuh good, girl?"
And so our conversation would begin and he'd be sure to ask for my mom and siblings, always making sure that everyone was ok. Shortly into the conversation, he'd mention that he had a crusade or an evangelistic effort coming up and he wanted "Grace Full" to sing for it. Never knowing the exact date, he'd say, "The first Sabbath..." in whatever month it was, and regardless of if we were unavailable with another engagement, he never took no for an answer. He insisted, boldly, that we sing. We never disappointed him.
Clive will NEVER be forgotten by me and I am sure many others. He has touched and impacted many, he has been etched into our hearts and minds and has left a memorable impression.
One day, the sting of death will be no more when Jesus comes again and we WILL see Clive McKnight again.