Bruce Brackman
12.6.1954 – 6.8.2024
“A Dawn Without Darkness”
Psalm 42, John 15:12-17
O God, never-failing fountain of life, through the saving waters of baptism you call us from the depth of sin to the abundance of mercy. Do not forget the trials of our exile, but from the wellspring of your word satisfy our thirst for you, that we may come rejoicing to your house, through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord. Amen. (Psalm Prayer for Psalm 42)
Grace to you and peace from God our Creator and Sustainer and peace from our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.
Too often in our world there seems to be a gap between sacred and secular. We label certain places, like churches and retreat centers, holy. We call other places, like offices, shopping centers and taverns, profane. Houses are capable of being in either column, depending on who lives in them. People also are too often identified as religious and non-religious. Bruce Brackman is one of my friends who helped me let go of such a gap. In my early connections with Bruce, I was in a religious role as senior pastor of a large city congregation. He was very interested in a woman who was part of that congregation, and he was very interested in becoming a pastor. He demonstrated a passion for ministry that was unwavering and persistent.
Many months and years have passed since that first time of connection. Both Bruces life and mine have taken interesting turns. Some have been wonderful, some of been terrible, and reconnecting with Bruce has reminded me again and again --- all of them have been sacred.
Bruce’s passion for ministry never faded, although his place of ministry varied. He served as parish pastor in Christ Lutheran in Augusta, MO, Mt. Moriah in Byron, MN, Trinity Lutheran in Sealy, TX, Berwyn United Lutheran in Berwyn, IL and St. Paul Lutheran in Palmer, KS. Filled in as interim here at the Presbyterian Community Church of the Rockies, Pinewood Springs Community Church, just down the highway, and always loved coming home at Shepherd of the Mountain Lutheran here is Estes Park.
Bruce was a hospice chaplain accompanying fellow human beings and their families in their end of this life journey. He assisted refugees find a welcoming home and support for a new life in a new place. He trained women and men to be better teachers and mentors in the automobile industry. He nurtured a small group of backpackers that refused to disconnect even though many miles divided them. And in all his ministry spaces he kept whispering or saying out loud to all who would listen, “Where did you encounter the sacred this week?” “How did you experience the holy these past days?” “Remember you may be the only Bible someone will ever read.”
His words remind me of the words of our friend Henri Nouwen, “Without the Spirit, our lives remain truly uneventful. But with the Spirit, all that takes place from day to day, week to week, and year to year, can be known and experienced as the concrete manifestations of the Christ-event in time and space.”
Bruce honored me by asking me to preach at Shepherd of the Mountain last May and again this morning. His final days were about ministry in a wonderful community here in Estes Park and his wife Sally’s family as they were celebrating a new covenant of marriage. Like all of you, I was shocked into silence when I heard about his sudden death. But that silence did not block me from hearing his whisper “Where did you encounter the sacred this week?” “How did you experience the holy these past days?” “Remember you may be the only Bible someone will ever read.”
To be truly human, that is created in the image of God, is to live your life with joy, creativity, integrity, honesty, and hope. Bruce lived such a life. Bruce recognized the goodness in people and creation and himself. He loved his life and lived it with passion. I was not surprised to learn more than a decade ago that Bruce and Sallie would retire in the shadow of the Rockies in Estes Park. Although Bruce encountered the sacred in all of creation, the attraction to the woods, rivers, meadows, trails and peaks were especially strong. I am very impressed with his hiking.
At least five times Bruce took the pilgrimage from the south rim of the Grand Canyon to the Colorado River, slept overnight, hiked to the northern rim, then back down to the river for another night and then back up to the south rim again. Like his climb to Long’s Peak, you encounter different weather, difficult terrain, unknown, hazards, and exceptional vistas. Since Sallie phoned and shocked me with the sad news of his death, it has been hard for me to stop thinking about that journey Bruce took so often. His life was a series of peaks and valleys, glorious sunrises and dark valleys. In both the bright sunrises and dark sunsets, Bruce continued to hear that word from his creator, redeemer, and friend Jesus, “You did not choose me, but I choose you. And I appointed you to go and bear fruit, fruit that will last, so that the Father will give you whatever you ask him in my name. I am giving you these commands so that you may love on another.”
We celebrate that faith claim today as we say our goodbyes to Bruce. His sacred life has been a gift, his loving has been holy, he has made a positive difference in the world. God created him, redeemed him, and sustained him throughout his life. God continues to create, redeem and sustain each of us. Let’s tell the stories about Bruce with laughter, and with tears. In our sharing we will be celebrated that holy connection. We will be closing that old worn-out gap between the sacred and the secular.
We really love you, Bruce. We thank you for the many times you remined us of who were really are. We will miss you next Sunday, tomorrow, tonight. And Bruce, we will be OK because we too understand better (because of you) that all is sacred. Life and death are all part of your holy presence. As you now experience a Dawn without Darkness, we celebrate your union with all the saints. In the name of the Father, The Son, and the holy Spirit.
David E. Nelson, D.Min