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Harold Yancey's coffin built by Dwayne Quebedeaux

Christmas: A Gift from the hands and heart

A Gift from DQ

 

Christmas is a time for gifts and there are all types of gifts.

The best gifts come from hands, hearts and are created from love and skill.

As Christmas 2011 approaches, I’m obsessed with a gift I saw last week.  I call it a gift from DQ.

DQ. I’m not referring to Dairy Queen.

I’m referring to Dwayne Quebedeaux.

Dwayne is a talented carpenter.  His older truck sported a bumper sticker,  “My boss is a Jewish carpenter.” I admire Dwayne and his wife Allison for their commitment to help others in the name of that carpenter, Jesus.

Two weeks before Christmas, a need arose in Dry Creek.  Harold Yancey died of cancer.  His only survivor, his son David, insisted that his father be buried in a pine casket.  “My daddy worked in the woods and I want him buried in a wooden one.”

That’s fine and good if you’ve got plenty of money.  Pine caskets are expensive at a funeral home and David didn’t have the necessary funds.

That’s when DQ stepped in.  He volunteered to build a homemade casket for Mr. Yancey.  He did a crash course on the size and style needed. A neighbor told me she  heard Dwayne’s router and table saw all weekend..

On Monday,  Harold Yancey was laid out in that beautiful rough pine casket at our church.  I watched his son’s satisfied look as he examined the work of art—and gift of love—built by Dwayne Quebedeaux.

The entire community pitched in to help.  Men from the Bible Church dug the grave.  Dry Creek families provided food and sat with the body.  Mr. Yancey’s final journey to Dry Creek Cemetery was on the back of a log truck, not a hearse.

We’ll see lots of nice Christmas gifts this week.

Some expensive.

Others crafted with love.

But none will match the gift made by DQ.

A pine casket built of love and rough pine.

Built from trees felled by Hurricane Rita’s destruction.

 

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It may seem morbid to feature a casket for a Christmas story.

We’re much more comfortable talking about wooden mangers than pine caskets.

But to fully understand the true story of Christmas, we must realize that the real reason for the coming of the Savior was to die.

Jesus came for a purpose and it was fulfilled with his death.

It’s like the biker tattoo,  “Born to Die.”   It was his purpose and destiny.

He lived a perfect life and died a sacrificial death.

He wasn’t placed in a pine casket but in a rock hewn tomb.

The best part of the story is that He didn’t stay there.  As proof of the fact Jesus was God’s son and he had completely paid for our sin,  God raised him from that grave.

He’s not in any grave nor is He in any manger.

He is now seated at the right hand of His Father.

May you celebrate His birth as never before and may you serve him wholeheartedly with every fiber of your heart, being, and soul.

 

Merry Christmas from the Creekbank … from where good stories flow.

 

Curt Iles and the Creekbank family.

 

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About Curt Iles

I write to have influence and impact through well-told stories of my Louisiana and African sojourn.

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  1. Curt, just wanted to say Merry Christmas to you & your family. Tell you Mom HI for me. From the Clara Alford Family we wish you all the Best, & Merry Christmas

    Alisa

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