Ken and I weren’t exactly what you would call friends by any shape of the imagination. We didn’t agree ethically nor did we agree theologically. To put it bluntly we didn’t like each other very much.
I hate to admit it but my personal experience with him made me question if he had indeed even died. I’m glad I was wrong about that.
I hadn’t thought about him in years until this morning and probably after posting this won’t think about him again. My hope for him is the same hope I have for all professing Christians;
(Joh 14:1-4) “Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. And you know the way to where I am going.”
May the God Ken Silva professed to know and serve have mercy on his soul.