There Once Was a Young Man Named Brock Peters
There once was a young man named Brock Peters. A good and kind man was he.
He was born September 4, 1994.
We came to know him when he was serving time in the Somerset County jail. My husband, Roger, has been doing jail ministry since. 2011. Thankfully Brock was one of the men who came for Bible Studies. When Brock left the jail to go to a treatment center, he left a note at the front desk for the secretary to give to Roger. Roger contacted him and they continued Bible studies on zoom. When the time was up at the treatment center Brock came to live with us. On June 10 last year he was baptized into the Corinna Seventh-day Adventist church.
Brock was an exceptional young man. Highly intelligent and motivated. He just finished his first year of college with straight A's. One day about a month ago Roger was on the computer and mentioned he saw a job advertised at the Augusta recovery center. Brock applied and got the job. He immediately talked to the program director and was able to get Bible Studies on the regular program. He took Bibles to the center to give away. Sabbath afternoon after church he would go to the center to see if anyone wanted to study with him.
Brock was all about service, helping people gave him great satisfaction. He especially liked doing things for his mom.
Brock passed away Wednesday, 5/22/24 @ 3:30pm. We are brokenhearted and stunned, as are many others whose lives he touched and who loved him as we did.
Our Heavenly Father does not cause death, but He does allow it. I have no doubt that on that great resurrection morning Brock will rise to meet his Lord in the air. And someday we will find out why his life was cut short, and God has deprived us of a very special human being.
We can never take life for granted, we must live every day as if it could be our last, because it might be. Brock transplanted some flowers for me this morning, We worked outside together for a while. He came in, took a shower and got ready to leave with his helmet on. I said, “Have a good day.” He said, “ You, too.” I wished I told him I loved him. But is there ever death without regrets? I think not.
Deeply missed and never forgotten. Rest in peace dear Brock. We will see you soon.