Robert Webber Has Died

Robert Webber has been a brilliant and insightful apologist for worship and all it is meant to be. His books and columns have inspired worship leaders and worshipers alike to a deeper understanding of who we are and what we are called to. I am far from the only one who is left with a debt of gratitude for books like "Worship Is A Verb". Ours is a great loss and he will be missed.

The following is an e-mail release that came this afternoon:

Dear friends,

Bob Webber died Friday at 6:10 PM (Eastern time) in his wife, Joanne's arms, after his 8 month battle with pancreatic cancer.

A public memorial service in the Chicago-area is being planned, details will be posted on Northern Seminary's website: www.seminary.edu.

Please keep Joanne and the family in your prayers.

"Depart, O Christian soul, out of this world; in the name of God the Father Almighty who created you; in the name of Jesus Christ who redeemed you; in the name of the Holy Spirit who sanctifies you. May your rest be this day in peace, and your dwelling place in the Paradise of God. Into your hands, O merciful Savior, we commend your servant Bob. Acknowledge, we humbly beseech you, a sheep of your own fold, a lamb of your own flock, a sinner of your own redeeming. Receive him into the arms of your mercy, into the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of the saints in light. Amen."

We love you, Bob. Go in the peace and joy of the Lord.

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