Thank you for coming today and showing your love and respect for my father, Rousas John Rushdoony, and for celebrating his entrance into eternal reward.
Late this past Thursday evening, Rousas John Rushdoony, founder and long-time president of the Chalcedon Foundation, was ushered into His Lord's presence after several months of rapidly declining health.
The Wall Street Journal ran a brief plug about a book by Dr. R. J. Rushdoony titled "The Myth of Over-Population." Since the Journal rarely runs so brief but hearty an endorsement, I ordered the book...I was so impressed by this scientific evidence of how attitudes toward God affect our fates that I sent for everything else that Rushdoony wrote.
I have no claim to scholarship. I was never his disciple, nor could I afford being a patron. For heaven's sake, I was not even a Christian. Yet, I was proud to share forty years of friendship with the great Christian scholar and charismatic spiritual leader, Rousas J. Rushdoony.
On Thursday, February 8th, 2001, R. J. Rushdoony, potent Christian scholar and prolific author, president and founder of the Chalcedon Foundation, passed from this life to the next.
A world without Rush is going to be a very barren and sad place for those of us who knew him and loved him.
Many have expressed their heartfelt appreciation for R. J. Rushdoony and his expounding the relevance and necessity of the law for the Christian in his sanctification. I will remember Rush as the person God used to "turn the lights on" to help me see that God's Word all of it was not just to be consulted, but to be digested and utilized in every area of life and thought.
The first time I saw R. J. Rushdoony was at an Amway convention in Columbus, Ohio, in 1979. I was never a participant at any level in Amway, but had read some of Rushdoony's works, so a few of us early Ohio Recons crashed the convention to hear him. He spoke eloquently and boldly to a nominal (at best) Christian audience on the authority of God's law, and our American Christian roots.
R. J. Rushdoony's influence was substantial. He was a key figure in reopening the six-day creation discussion; the renewal of Christian education was inspired by his writing and support; and his Institutes of Biblical Law was a key tool in bringing the church back to the grace of God's law-word. Influence in any one of these areas would have been noteworthy. To have been keenly involved in all three is remarkable.
The death of Rousas John Rushdoony on February 8 at the age of 84 will not be perceived as newsworthy by the American media, any more than Ludwig von Mises's death in 1973 and Murray Rothbard's death in 1995 were regarded as newsworthy. But being a newsworthy event is rarely the same as being a significant event.
The expelled "ughs" that accompanied my pushes didn't make the wheelbarrow hoe-er work better. I saw its claw-like teeth dig into the dried soil, but the Nevada sun had insured its near rock-hard solidity.
The Duck Valley Indian Reservation is located on the Northern border of Nevada. The community where the Agency and other businesses such as the Post Office, school, hospital, and two stores are located is named Owyhee.
At is with sadness, yet a spirit of hope, that this tribute is written to acknowledge a great man, Rousas John Rushdoony. His greatness, however, will probably remain one of the best-kept secrets of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries, except for a devoted and loyal following that Dr. Rushdoony accumulated in his lifetime.
As a Christian Reconstructionist pastor, teacher, and author, I am deeply grateful for the life and ministry of R. J. Rushdoony.
About ten years ago, a banquet was held honoring R. J. Rushdoony and his wife, Dorothy. It was an affair fit for a king, held in a luxury hotel in Naples, Florida.
R. J. Rushdoony was my spiritual father and my most important teacher.
When I reflect on Rousas Rushdoony, I am reminded of how the apostle Paul identified himself to the church at Corinth: "Although you have countless tutors in Christ, you do not have many fathers" (2 Cor. 4: 15-16).
My heart is overwhelmed with gratitude to the living God for what He has done in my life through you. There is not a week that goes by that I do not praise God for you and your ministry. I thank my God every time I remember you, Philippians 1:3.
My father wrote on just about everything. As I sat beside him on the morning of his death, I was recalling an article he had written in 1982 entitled "What Ever Happened to Deathbed Scenes?"