Rob Lacey died one year ago today. So many people looked up to this Welshman with a flare for the dramatic. To me, he was a good friend… and one of my heroes.
For two years I was Rob’s editor at Zondervan. Actually, I was one of three editors who worked with him over the years. Rob was the kind of person everyone wanted to be around.
He was also the kind of person who could change your life without even trying. Not because his vivid performances of scripture brought the Bible to life (though they did). And not because of his moving story about being dragged by cancer to the brink of death, only to receive what at the time seemed like a miraculous reprieve.
Rob believed in a God who is infinitely creative. It was Rob’s mission in life to be made and remade each day in his Maker’s image—always creating, always exploring. Rob shined his light on the whole Bible—the good bits as well as the ones we’d rather not read—and he made them his own.
But it was more than that. Rob was not content to do all this while others looked on and applauded. Rob wanted others to join him on stage, to express themselves and discover, with wonder, that creating something is part of what it means to be made in God’s image.
Whenever I saw Rob, he didn’t just want to talk about his next project. He wanted to know what I was creating, what I was writing. He was keenly interested to know how I was expressing myself… if I was giving voice to the artist within me.
Even when my wife and I visited him in the hospital just weeks before he died, he wanted to know if I was writing anything. He loved to see that divine spark of creativity in others.
I think it’s because Rob was fully convinced that our Creator dances with delight whenever his creation dances, sings plays, writes…
I suppose that, in a way, Rob is the inspiration for this blog… because when I see him again someday, and he asks the question I know he’s going to ask, I’d like to be able to say, “Actually, I did write—quite a lot.” Not because it means I’ve “accomplished” anything, but because I will have experienced what it means to be created in the image of God.
That may have been Rob’s greatest gift—enabling others to see the image of God in each of us.
I could go on, but Gerard Kelly has already said it so much more beautifully than I could. So I’ll end by quoting from Gerard’s tribute to Rob last year:
Rob loved people, and he loved to see people enjoying and expressing their God-given gifts…
Even if there were nothing else, that would be enough. But there is something else… Rob had a glorious, generous, Technicolor, sky-wide picture of the character of God. The God Rob had come to know was so beautiful, so gracious and loving and kind and forgiving and good. Rob wanted more than anything that we should know how good God is…
It was this that sustained him in his battles, one-on-one, with the terrors and pains of cancer. It was this that gave him hope and comfort; it was this that kept him going: The God who weaves himself into the joys and pains of scripture was and is Rob’s God—and he is good. This was Rob’s discovery. This was his joy. And nothing—not pain, not cancer, not even death—could rob him of it.
Rob stumbled upon the most remarkable secret of them all. The curtain was held back for him. He saw the beauty of God. That was his gift, and his legacy.
We miss you, Rob.
2 thoughts on “Rob Lacey remembered”
Thanks Ben – you have done great job. I couldn’t find the right words to post myself so I appreciate your post.
we do miss you rob. i hardly knew you and yet owe you so much.