While on vacation, my sons and I got the news that John the Cross Man had died in his sleep.

We were shattered. My 12-year-old son, Cullen, cried, telling me “Part of me died today with John; he meant that much to me.”

Whenever we drove into Waterville, whether it was raining, sleeting, snowing or sunny, Cullen was on the lookout for God’s special servant, John. We got to know John by stopping and talking with him over the years, sometimes at Fort Halifax in Winslow, other times in downtown Waterville.

John invited my sons to hold his cross to bless all. We planned to join John for a walk after our vacation. Cullen is devastated that he never got to hold John’s cross and wanted to surprise John with a story he wrote about his life and present John with a cross he made out of Lincoln Logs.

May John’s love of the savior and unconditional love for all be the guiding force in our daily lives. We will miss our angel on the earth, John Lewis, now lifting high the cross in heaven.

Lin Stout


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