The Passing of a Friend & Missionary

Mark Randall Trotter

February 14, 1954 - September 9, 2006

We were blessed by attending the memorial and graveside services of Mark on Thursday & Friday. It was quite celebratory as he would have wanted and it was obvious that Mark's influence on others was only surpassed by the Lord's influence on him.

We first met Mark & Lyla and their 8 children 2 years ago while speaking at First Christian Church in Grandview, MO where my nephew Tom is the associate minister. The church has been supporting us and we were speaking and sharing the need for more missionaries to go to East Asia. Mark & Lyla answered that call and were preparing to go to Cambodia. Mark was a very successful dentist and he was willing to give up his practice to move his family overseas and use his skill to help further the gospel of Christ among the unreached.

While in missionary training out in Colorado in January, Mark was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor, inoperable and incurable. The past 9 months have been challenging for the Trotter family and many, many people were praying for them as were much of the student body here at Central. In order to keep people informed, Team Expansion hosted a web site: http://www.teamexpansion.org/caring4mark/ where you can find out more about the struggle Mark went through and about the Mark Trotter Foundation created by his sister in law to help with the incredible expenses of cancer treatment and to assist the ministry of the Rapha House of Cambodia to young girls who are victims of slavery and prostitution.

While Dezi & I were listening to the wonderful testimonies of Mark's family and friends during the Friday services, I became envious of the closeness they had with him during his life. I was looking forward to having a friendship with him in the future as they made their way to the field, knowing I would be visiting them often and getting more connected with their ministry. I felt as though a kindred spirit would have eventually developed and I mourned his passing.

Last week, Colan had to go to the dentist and it took 3 doctors and the nurse to hold him down for a simple extraction. We had previously benefitted from Mark's generosity when he invited our whole family
up to his practice before he sold it and worked on all of us. Then, a simple gentle word from Mark and his kind demeanor helped Colan go through a much more difficult procedure without restraint of any kind. When we told Colan of the sad news, he went to his bed and cried, saying Mark "was the nicest dentist he ever had."

Yes, Mark was a generous and kind person. Someone who loved the Lord and was willing to sacrifice all to serve Him in the harvest fields of East Asia. And while hundreds of people were saying goodbye to him at the memorial service, I, in my envy of the strong friendships he had surrounding him, thought that 'goodbye' wasn't the right word. Perhaps the Chinese have it right by not really having that word in their vocabulary, but at any kind of departure, they simply say, "Dzai Jyan", or "see you again". I'm looking forward to seeing Mark again... it's going to make me a better person, a better father, a better husband, and a better Christian by doing so. I want to have an eternity of opportunities to get to know a kindred spirit. I know he's there waiting.