“How the mighty have fallen!
The weapons of war have perished!”–David (2 Samuel 1:27 NIV)
Word has quickly spread across the state that Charlie Price crossed over yesterday to stand with the faithful who have gone on before us. A heaviness rests on my soul for words unspoken. I wish I had one more conversation with him. There was so much left unsaid.
Charlie Price stood out as a man among preachers. His booming voice, his powerful presence, his visionary spirit, his creative mind, and his natural skills in leadership inspire us to be more than we could be. I had the privilege of following Charlie as the pastor of the First Baptist Church of Canyon. He left behind huge footprints in the dust of the Panhandle. “Charlie” stories were legendary. He took an old traditional Baptist church and infused into it new life and fresh vision. He called a remarkable team of leaders to his side, and set the course of the church for decades.
As a change agent, Charlie knew the sting of criticism and opposition, but he handle it with grace and never lost sight of the ultimate goal. His eyes were always fixed on the horizon. This God-given talent of seeing just over the horizon prepared him for his most fruitful days in San Antonio. From San Antonio Charlie touched the world. His big heart and bold courage set the tone for a family of churches ready and willing to think outside the box and do whatever it took to reach their city with the gospel.
Recently I watched a video he and his good friend Roland Lopez produced about their commitment to establish a “house church” movement in San Antonio. His passion to share the gospel by any means came through loud and clear as he broke rank with the traditions of Western Christianity and embraced a movement of the Spirit of God that was sweeping the ends of the earth.
When I served with Charlie on the Executive Director Search Committee for the Baptist General Convention of Texas, I grew to value his deep insight in our Baptist work in Texas. As a commander on the ground, he knew the hearts of the pastors and the people. He knew what we needed and what we absolutely did not need. He spoke clearly and wisely and helped us do our work with great focus.
The love of his life was his devoted wife Sherri and his boys. He lit up when he spoke of family. He was so terribly proud of his boy who will carry on the Price name with great honor.
When news of Jonathan’s death on the battlefield reached David he exclaimed “Oh how the mighty have fallen.” This morning my heart lays low with the same sense of loss and heaviness.
Charlie, I wish I had one last chance to tell you how much you mean to me. Thank you for being my friend.