I could often get a smirk, smile or even a laugh from Bruce Yocum with some inane comment or joke. When he smiled or laughed, his whole face lit up. I would guess that Bruce was not a good poker player because he didn’t disguise his feelings very well… if his Detroit tigers played lousy, you could see it; if he was happy, you would know it.
I can’t imagine a Sword of the Spirit gathering without Bruce. Along with Steve, he was the face and heart of the Sword of the Spirit. I perked up when Bruce was with us in a meeting. I perked up when Bruce taught us. I perked up when Bruce gave a word of prophecy.
I was blessed to be with him frequently over the years…. beginning with the early days of the People of Hope when he came and helped us become a community, and through the 16 years of exile from our local church and from the Sword of the Spirit, and the many Christ The King Meetings. He loved the Lord and his word. I treasure the times being part of the team he gathered to discern the prophetic words at international meeting…listening, discussing, praying and then bringing them forth.
Yet most of all I feel so privileged to be included with his thousands of friends. Bruce was my friend. This great and holy man (not perfect) was my friend. In the later years he encouraged me in his notes. In one of the last notes I received after the death of Walt Quense, he said “Yes, I loved him, as I did Bob, and many others. And as I love you, Man of God!” He loved us all.
Bruce Yocum, man of God, is now home with his God. We look forward to seeing him again.