Happy Birthday to Nelson

Today is Nelson’s birthday. Well, it was.

Being in Paradise as he is, he’s been given the supernatural gift of agelessness. No matter how old the rest of us get, Nelson will never age past 49. But each year when his birthday came around, planning a party was always last choice on his list. He believed what his grandpa had told him long ago, that birthdays shouldn’t be a big deal, because everyone had one every year.

But as the years passed, Nelson touched lightly on growing older in his journal entries. He also used these diaries to puzzle through problems by way of written words. Each page, then, was a mix of thinking and praying “out loud.”  

 

These journals now belong to Ann Sophie, and though she wouldn’t have looked into them while Nelson was still with us, now she’s free to read . As she and Astrid, little Will and I have commemorated Nelson’s birthday here in Minnesota today, we’ve enjoyed reading aloud from his writings, sometimes laughing through our tears, and sometimes finding surprises. Here’s an entry from the day before his birthday, written one year ago, shortly before cancer invaded his world:

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Thursday 1/25/2022 7:08 PM

I turn 49 tomorrow. We’re having a baby boy in March, which is about to be next month. New things are happening, and yesterday a possible door opened for a career change I sort of looked for, but didn’t do more than talk about.

Tim, our electrical on campus has been working for us a lot. I’ve seen him, talked to him, and fantasized about getting a trade I could use anywhere to work and supply for my family, and have fun doing it.

I’ve been in “ministry” for a long time and You have supplied for me there without question, Lord. We have always more freedom and more than enough money. We have connections in YWAM all over the place, and it’s our home for now.

The apartment we have is great and the campus seems happy to have us. However, I have been praying and fasting about how to handle having a baby and if anything should change. 

Yesterday, I saw Tim walking by building D and asked him for a job, essentially, and he said he’s short guys and would work out a deal with me for between $18-25 hr. It would take me 3 years to get my journeyman’s license to go out on my own, if I wanted to. Really, that’s my goal.

I have thought about what it would be like to pastor the church and work a normal job, sort of a bi-vocational existence. You don’t know until you try. Annso says she has to be forced into her blessings, or something like that, and she trusts me to make the right choice. 

But it doesn’t seem possible to staff the Kokua Crew and work 7-3, M-F for another outfit.

I pray, Lord, that you would make it clear what I should do with this opportunity. Should I take it? Would that mean leaving YWAM altogether? Could Annso stay on staff technically and I be off? Could that work having a new baby? Didn’t we want her to be totally off staff? Would that mean we are done with BBC [Brentwood Baptist Church]?

I pray, Lord, you would expose any ulterior motive, but be merciful. We are all motivated selfishly and out of pride when it comes down to it. I have been given these premonitions before and you have led me when I didn’t know where I was going and it didn’t make sense.

Friday, 1/26/2022, Nelson’s birthday

Today is my 49th birthday. I lost track a little in there and thought maybe I was turning fifty. I am becoming a father at 49. How about that. Might even do a career change this year too. How crazy would that be?

Annso and I prayed about the offer with Tim to work and start becoming an electrician, and seemed to get a yes. She is reluctant because it’s a change, and I have to make it attractive to her, too. For me it helps us in lots of ways and gives us a break from YWAM, which we both need. Allows us to continue to pastor the Little Red Church, which I have always wanted to do. 

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Nelson recorded these notes/prayers one year ago today. He had no idea it would be his last birthday. But for him, the clocking of time has ended, and eternity has begun. Actually, eternity has begun for the rest of us, too. But with our feet still firmly planted in this world, we can’t yet see it as clearly as he does.

“This is eternal life, that they know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.” (John 17:3)

Obituary of Nelson Hamilton Nyman

Nelson Hamilton Nyman was a young man who had much to live for with a wife he adored and a new baby boy, his first child. He fought to live with all the determination of a warrior, but in the end, God had a different plan and took him to heaven “early.” On Christmas morning, 2022, Nelson quietly left us.

He was born in Chicago, on January 26, 1973, weighing in at 10 pounds. His noteworthy start was an indication that he would live a large life all the way through, and he did. His family raised him in the Chicago suburbs where he attended Christian Liberty Academy through his elementary years, followed by Hersey High School, both in Arlington Heights, Illinois. Nelson loved working with his hands and working hard, especially outdoors. He delighted in solving problems, whether by repairing an old car, scraping moss off a roof, or best of all, helping others mend relationships.

He and a cousin began a lawn mowing business while still in high school, learning how to do far more than just cut grass. Because both of them were of Swedish heritage, they named their business Scandinavian Lawn. Through the years, they mastered every gardening skill there is and also learned how to balance books and how to keep customers happy. In and out of college during those years, Nelson eventually graduated from Anderson University in Indiana with a Bachelor’s Degree in psychology and a minor in criminal justice, but a desk job was not for him.

In choosing a place to settle after college, he decided to sell his Illinois landscaping business to his brother and move to Tennessee—where the summers are long and a landscaper can work most of the year. Nelson loved country music and landed in the musical capitol of the nation, Nashville. There he began landscaping in earnest, growing his business to include several employees and 80 customers. Even with this success, though, his heart was being tugged in a new direction.

As a little boy of five, Nelson invited Jesus into his heart and life. He attended Sunday school and church every week with his family and found it all fascinating. Throughout his growing-up years he remained conscious of God, His Word, and how he ought to live as a Christian. In his early adulthood, however, he sometimes strayed but would always find his way back to the Lord.

About then, he met several friends who had spent time in Kona, Hawaii, at a Christian organization called Youth With A Mission (YWAM) and wondered if he should try it, too. During the off-season of landscaping, he ventured to Hawaii, taking classes and working at the YWAM campus in Kona. To his great delight, he discovered he could travel the world with YWAM while spreading the good news of God’s Gospel as he went. So once again Nelson sold Scandinavian Lawn and committed to working in the YWAM ministry. He led different groups through a variety of countries and cultures, filling an assortment of positions while 13 years passed. He loved his work, each new day different from the one before, but more than that, he grew to love Jesus Christ with a passion that never dimmed.

Eventually he took a position that was anchored in Kona, running a YWAM program with 50-100 young adults from all over the world, guiding them spiritually while managing their work hours on the campus. It was in this position that lightning struck when he met a new staffer from Germany. Ann Sophie was assigned to work alongside Nelson, and it wasn’t long before co-workers were commenting about the electricity between them. A year later they were married in Kona, both dedicated to continuing their missionary work there—now as a team.

But last March, Nelson began feeling poorly. Their baby boy, Will, had just been born, and he was overwhelmed with joy to have become a father. The day of his cancer diagnosis was a challenge beyond all others, a crushing disappointment invading the happiest time of his life. In May of this year they left Hawaii, landing at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota for treatment. God chose a path for him that neither he, Ann Sophie, nor little Will would ever have chosen, but he decided not to ask “why” but to leave the reason with God. No doubt his new home in Paradise includes satisfying answers to many of his questions. His family will have to wait to hear them, but they are confident that one day they’ll all be together again. Their farewell wasn’t permanent….just “goodbye for now.”

Nelson is survived by his wife (Ann Sophie), his son (Willard Nelson), his mother (Margaret), six siblings( Lars, Linnea [m. Adam], Klaus, Hans [m. Katy], Louisa [m. Teddy] and Birgitta [m. Spencer]), 15 nieces and nephews, two uncles (Kenneth and Bervin), and 16 cousins.

Living like you’ll Live

We have small group tonight, and have been trying to get plugged into life in Rochester as much as I’m able. We have some new friends and most of them are from a great church we became part of almost right when we got here. 

From the first day here, I’ve been trying to do things that assume I’ll be alive and well down the road. When I got a Minnesota driver’s license, I took the extra test and paid the extra money to get my motorcycle endorsement transferred over from my Hawaii license even though I no longer have a bike. I’m sure I’ll get one at some point and I want to be ready when that day comes.

Annso and I got ourselves a 75 gallon fish tank with a bunch of African Cichlids in it because everything we do doesn’t need to be about medicine, survival and hospitals.

It’s still amazing what you can get on Craigslist.

 Of course having a baby assumes a certain level of commitment and participation in life, then again, we didn’t know I had cancer when Will came along. 

And… if everything goes as planned, Annso and I will close on a single family home right here in Rochester that was made into a triplex sometimes back in the 50’s. We hope to occupy one of the downstairs units and a couple really nice tenants already occupy the others. You can see the house in the background of this joyous tomato harvester.

It’s always been my dream to own a rental property and now we just might be able to do that and cut our monthly housing payment in half in the process. God really does the impossible if you let him. 

God really does take pleasure in looking out for the weak. He loves to help out the broken-hearted. If you read the Bible, you can find it everywhere. He takes the side of the low and the meek while opposing the proud and the self-righteous. 

In the goals I made while we started this fight back in May, 1 of them was to accomplish something every day that didn’t have to do with cancer or directly to do with getting well. 

The fish tank and the house came out of that plan. 

It’s healthy, I think, to work on things that are not only about survival. Write down dreams and share them with God,  then see what happens. He just might help you out in ways you’d never expect. 

Annso and I are looking forward to life here in Rochester, Minnesota even though it’s not a place I thought of living in a million years. 

When our time in Hawaii ended abruptly, I knew we were coming here, but not how long. 

We figure it’s as good a place as any to raise out little family and I need to stay close to the clinic for a few years anyway. Might as well embrace life in Small Town USA. It’s been good to us so far.

“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us…”

Ephesians 3:20