I have been quite fortunate in meeting some exceptionally wonderful people as I journey from one rotation of the sun to another. One of the most joyful souls encountered in the last few years was Harry Waldheim, an interesting fellow for sure. Sadly he died on October 20, 2023 and will be remembered at a memorial service today. 

Harry was born into a Jewish family in Germany in 1931. Of course if you think about history you realize that Harry must have been a Holocaust survivor. In fact, his name is indeed engraved on a wall at the Houston Holocaust Museum, where he will forever be remembered and honored but Harry’s interesting story did not end there. In 1941, he escaped the horror of Germany and came to the United States where he eventually became a citizen, proudly serving in the military during the Korean War with honor and distinction. He was an American patriot through and through whose love for country became apparent in every conversation I ever had with him. 

As an adult Harry began to study Christianity and ultimately became a convert while still having great regard his Jewish tradition. As a Messianic Jew he believed that Jesus was the Messiah the Son of God. He was never without a gold chain around his neck that held a star of David overlayed with a cross. It told the story of his faith journey and the thoughtful faith filled man that he was. He was as genuinely loving in the spirit of Jesus as anyone I have ever known.  

Harry Waldheim was a good man, a humble man who devoted himself to the people he loved and to his church. For years he was a regular member of Sagemont Baptist church where he met my sister-in-law’s mother, Barbara who became a dear friend of Harry’s first wife. When that wife became ill Harry faithfully cared for her through many weeks until she died. Not long after that, Barbara’s husband unexpectedly became ill and also died. Harry and Barbara found comfort in each other as the both grieved for the spouses they had lost. Eventually their friendship turned to love and while in their eighties they decided to marry in a beautiful ceremony in Galveston wearing Hawaiian gear and brilliant smiles, surrounded by their two families that would ultimately become one.

I was lucky to get to know Harry at family celebrations. He was always kind and pleasant and funny. He embraced life with every breath and made me and everyone around him feel so comfortable and loved. He brought an almost ethereal optimism to our gatherings and we all knew that we were in the presence of a very special person. 

Barbara and Harry never slowed down. They loved to travel, especially on cruises. One trip that they both had dreamed of making was a visit to the Holy Land in Israel. It was a spiritual time for both of them blending their histories and their love together in a culminating baptism in the Jordan River. It would become a kind of consecration of their beliefs in loving their fellow humans unconditionally and praising the glory of God. 

Harry loved a good joke and a good laugh almost as much as he loved family and friends. After he and Barbara moved from Houston to be closer to Galveston they joined Galveston County Church where they studied the Bible, attended services and volunteered whenever the community needed a helping hand. Harry found great solace with the members of that church and was in turn beloved. 

Harry was quite excited when he qualified for an Honor Flight to Washington D.C. to view the memorial for the Korean War. There he joined fellow servicemen to be honored for his service and sacrifice. That event was one of the highlights of his life. He was an American patriot through and through who showed his gratitude for his freedoms with a love of country that was exceptional.

In spite of some illnesses here and there Harry seemed to always find his way back to good health and his jovial ways. Not too long ago his doctor was proclaiming how fit he was for a ninety two year old man. He was already planning another cruise with Barbara and was the life of a recent party with his never ending sense of humor and appreciation for life.  He joked about his health but otherwise seemed to be feeling fit. His death took his family by surprise. Somehow they could not imagine a world without him. 

Harry Waldheim was a very good man who never allowed the suffering and sorrow of his life to alter his love, compassion or joy. He made people feel the generosity of his heart. He will be missed, but those of us who knew him realize that he is now rejoicing with God. We’ll don our Hawaiian shirts to honor and remember him today. Mostly we will celebrate the glory of his new home with the angels and saints and the God that he so loved.