The pastor who performed my wedding ceremony just passed a few hours ago, at the age of 90.
He was an active presence in our church right up to the end, serving mostly as a mentor to a vast number of other pastors he had taken under his wing through the years. He really personified the word 'humble' and was absolutely fearless. There's a video of him out there at the age of 70 vigorously dancing/jumping around with the youth pastors; a few years later he broke his collarbone when he fell off a skateboard. The only thing that slowed him down was his body: his mind and spirit were as sharp and engaged as they ever had been right up to the end.
When my wife and I got married, he was the senior pastor at our church, and all the weddings were officiated by the associate pastor, who was around my age and very popular, so we were a little surprised and a little put off when they told us the senior pastor was going to do our wedding. As it turned out, he was exactly who we needed and I wouldn't trade his presence at our wedding for anyone else. Also of note, at the rehearsal dinner, I asked him to say grace before we ate. He stood up and addressed the table:
I've been asked to do something religious before we eat, so I'm going to pass around the offering plate.
As a preacher, he had been trained in the Methodist tradition and just went about the business of expounding on the selected passage(s) from scripture, with the occasional corny/goofy comments that usually were so embarrassingly dry/awkward that I would have to fight back the laughter. He wasn't afraid to be a fool for Christ, and I think it was because he truly was the embodiment of loving God and loving others. He wasn't perfect, but there really wasn't anything about him you'd want to change, either.
R.I.P., George Anderson. Well done, good and faithful servant.