Photo collage of Daniel Zacharias Hsieh and Ravi Zacharias
The world has now had a week to process the stunning news that our beloved Ravi Zacharias will soon depart the earth to be with our Lord. Thousands of tributes have been flowing in from across the globe using the #thankyouravi hashtag via RZIM Connect, Facebook, and Instagram. His family has been by his bedside reading and showing many of the posts to Ravi, for which they are extremely grateful.
As most of you know, Ravi has been an integral part of our family’s spiritual journey. Daniel’s middle name is Zacharias. In fact, Ravi had the top left picture on his desk for a while. In writing to Ravi last week, Daniel shared,
” … I have never known a day in my life without your influence in it–from the time I was conceived until now. To me, you are not just someone IN this world; you are part of what I understand “world” to mean. You and your ministry are constitutive of my perception of life on this planet and the hope of the Gospel that you’ve shared on this planet.”
We hope this well help get you TD’ers more familiarized with this TITAN of the faith, who interacts with both prince (literally) and pauper with the same personal touch, attention, and dignity. – Arthur
mp3 of “Ravi: A Poetical Sketch”
A Poetical Sketch
What words to say about your words?
What song about your song?
What tribute can I bring of worth
Amid the global throng of those,
Who thank you for the work you’ve done,
The life you’ve lived,
The race you’ve run,
The fight you’ve fought,
The gift you gave,
To me and to the world?
Inside the Areopagus,
I see you clothed in reason,
Off’ring rest to western minds,
Whose restless logic is religious,
But whose altars have inscriptions
To the thought of unknown gods.
The happy pagan hears you on the radio,
At first compelled by wit and raspy sibilance.
And then, anon, a vision of the Logos
Rises up and stands behind the ruthless
Drama of the west now gone—
Gone with the wind.
The Logos loves the lost.
He died and rose again.
He’s the source of Light and Rain.
Jesus is His name.
I see you board an eastbound aircraft,
Watch the wingtips flash and soar,
Above the countries and their cultures,
Stories and their fabled lore.
Helios cannot catch up.
Hesperides is now behind you.
The Vedas and Upanishads
Are in the land in which you land.
At home, but not at home,
Each nation is familiar,
Though not your own.
A stranger on Tellurian shores,
You move from place to place with speed,
A witness to the human need,
Unique and universal.
A prophet of our time.
A citizen of Heaven still on earth.
The Hall of Faith awaits your coming.
Nature groans for second birth.
The intro finished,
You stand up and look around
To see ten thousand eyes in expectation—
Windows of the soul in desperation.
A questioner goes to the mic,
An eastern man who’s lost a child.
The accent in his voice is mild—
He asks about theodicy.
You see at once his crying heart,
The pain-laced logic,
Part and parcel of the abstract quest
On which he only seems to be.
You look him in the eyes—
And then you make your answer empathy.
Your reasoning is tactful,
But you match his pain-laced logic
With a story-laden balm.
You point him to the moral law,
Invite him to the cross,
Tell him of the One who also
Lost an only Son.
In his eyes, a reflection
Of the hope of resurrection.
In his eyes, the welling water
Of One who ends our thirst.
Before He left the earth,
Jesus guaranteed his Spirit—
“It is better that I leave
So that the Helper comes to thee.”
I agree with those who say
That followers of Christ, in turn,
Leave something of their spirits
Like the Helper here for us.
If you leave this earth,
At last receive the accolade
From Him of final worth,
I pray the Lord will grant us
Still your spirit here today,
That hearts of East and West
Will be united in the Way.
Daniel Zacharias Hsieh
South Pasadena, CA
12 May 2020