He always arrived before everyone; and was always the last to leave the building. His presence was quiet; so much so that you barely felt he was there; yet in his absence there is a great void.
Marc Chopinsky was a quiet hero – a modern day spiritual knight, a worshiper and a psalmist. He paved a way for others to enter the sweet presence of the living God through his Yeshua-centered Jewish worship. Through his life and ministry our brother served us like a priest. In prayer, worship and intercession, he created a bridge into the refuge of God’s heart in times of crisis and struggles.
Humility characterized his life. In Marc’s demeanor and life style he sought always to serve and lift others up, caring little for personal advancement. Often, as young leaders we tend to fear the uncertainty of small beginnings. He was a master at championing small beginnings.
The last Shabbat Marc was with us, I saw him briefly after the service had ended. I thought everyone had left and came to lock up the building – and there he was. He sat at the end of the row, looking past the rows of now-empty chairs, focused on the stage where he frequently served. His look had a depth, as deep calls to deep. He seemed in such a quiet place with himself and His Master. I asked “Marc are you ok?” He replied, “I’m OK. Just don’t lock me in.” He then picked up his walking stick and quietly walked out. Little did I know that early the next morning he would finish his race here on earth and go on to his reward before his King.
It grieves our hearts to say farewell to such a hero. Now, picking up the pieces, we are trying to continue his legacy.
“Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! It is like the precious oil upon the head, running down on the beard, the beard of Aaron, running down on the edge of his garments” (Psalm 131:1-2).
We as the next generation are called to this priestly unity that Marc exemplified. It’s not just unity among brothers but also between fathers and sons. When we connect as spiritual sons and fathers we get to partake of the same anointing and “oil of anointing” that the fathers walked in.
It’s both a humbling privilege and a sobering task. Marc served in a priestly role among us. The “Aaron anointing” from his life is running down to the next generation.
Will we as the young generation keep the oil running? Will the oil remain pure and clean even though oil naturally attracts dirt? Please join us in praying that it will not be contaminated by pride or by the world.
May the memory of our beloved brother Marc Chopinsky be blessed!