A Tribute to Rufus Honeycutt

Seeing the Face of a Friend can’t help but brighten your day.

You feel good just to be around such a Face. The trust that you recognize in the smile, The understanding that you see in the eyes, and The warmth that you hear in the voice tell you, down deep inside, that here is a fellow human being that will stand with you. That, here is a Friend that will be there even though you might make a mistake, or twist your tongue, or slip a step backwards on the Pathway of Life.

Rufus Honeycutt’s face was the Face of a Friend. And though I remember him as a person of many vocations, the most vivid memory is that of a Friend.

Yes, he was a rancher, in fact, he knew livestock (cattle, horses and sheep) as well as anybody I ever knew.

He was a construction worker, and he toiled long and hard hours to provide for his family.

He was a veteran, and as a Paratrooper in World War II, Rufus bore the brunt of battle with his comrades to keep our country free.

Rufus was a Christian, and he loved his church work, whether it was serving as a deacon or working with young people in the church.

Rufus was a family man, and he was loved and revered by all of his family.

Rufus was all of these-a rancher, construction worker, veteran, Christian, and a family man, but many of us will best remember him for being the true friend he was.

Truly, Rufus Honeycutt wore the Face of a Friend.

And some day, as we are walking out across the wide open pasture, we will look heavenward and catch a glimpse of the Face of a Friend And we’ll be amazed at how bright is the day.