Good morning, Netizens...
In our ramble through our lives, there are only two categories of human beings: saints and sinners. Some may have problems accepting such a broad-handed statement, but I believe it is true and factual.
There are those who, by their hostile actions or anti-social behavior, fall into the category of sinners. They often live outside mores and social values, eking out their lives while justifying their aberrational lives by a variety of means. They can disguise their true nature and in many cases no one finds their behavior the least bit noteworthy. In some cases the general public even elect them into public office, because they are very capable of dextrously hiding their true natures behind a public facade.
On the other hand, there are those saints who live their lives by the best standards they know, and although they may occasionally err, for the most part they live lives of purity and wholesomeness, free of any criminal nor abnormal social values. They almost always have a belief in something greater than themselves, and most have strongly-held religious beliefs on which they base most of their lives.
I have spent a immodest amount of time contemplating the life of pastor Wayne Scott Creach since he was killed in the parking lot of his business. He was a gentle man, a good businessman, a preacher of the Baptist Faith and a staunch family man.
Was he a saint? In keeping with my own personal beliefs, I feel he qualifies, yes, although I also believe no living person has the gift to determine sainthood.
However, there is both bravery and cowardice among the flowers, where we mingle, remembering one whom many call saintly. Pastor Creach left a legacy in his wake that most would struggle to match. For that and the many gifts of which he gave so freely to others without reservation nor expectation, I believe he was a saint.
Rest in peace, Pastor Creach.