Joel Dessaints
Son, Brother, Friend, Uncle - Artist, Author, Musician - Christian Man
Joel was my big brother, and I was his little sister. He was my best friend and my confidant throughout our childhood and adolescence. He was the main actor in a large portion of the most pleasant memories of these stages of my life.
He was always available and willing to teach me something he knew more than I did. Whether it was climbing trees, not being afraid of riding my bike without its training wheels, playing the guitar, or even English grammar. Yeah, he was the one who taught me all about nouns, verbs, and adjectives, long before I learned them at school, so that we could spend hours playing 'MAD-Lib's (a game where words in a story are humorously replaced).
Whether it was exploring an old rusty truck or an animal den in the forest behind our house, going for a swim in a creek he had discovered near a campground, or painting graffiti under a small bridge on a dirt road out in the country, he was always ready for a new adventure.
A boring day turned into something wonderful with him, because he was always full of good ideas. For example, he once turned a good part of our house into a film set, when he had had the idea of using my mother's video camera, and several of our toys, to record a stop-motion film.
He was quick-witted and very creative, and he knew how to make use of his creativity in surprising ways; like the time his dog chewed up and destroyed my favorite Barbie. Well, Joel was able to make amends and comfort me by ‘saving’ my Barbie: he had used glue and paint from a model car kit, as well as the hands and an arm from one of his old GI Joes, to transform my destroyed Barbie into a brand new super cool Cyborg Barbie. He had even invented a story – somewhere between a soap opera and Robocop – to accompany the return of my Barbie and explain it’s transformation. And although she was very different after her time spent in the dog's mouth and at Joel's work desk, she had become my favorite Barbie all over again (as well as being the most unique Barbie in the world!).
He had sometimes used this immense creativity to do, let’s say, less honourable things, like the time he had produced a whole pile of lottery tickets to extract mine and our older brother’s pocket money. He had created these ‘scratch’ lottery ticket using ‘liquid paper’ corrector over glossy paper, and his logo and concept had been so appealing that, despite our better judgment, we had bought them all over the next few days. We had won a few small prizes for sure, but of course Joel had gained the most through the scheme.
But don't go thinking with this that he wasn't also a very loving and honest boy, because he was also the one who gave me the best compliments to cheer me up. And he was the one who came to find me, from my far too obvious hiding place, when a group of children had tricked me into playing hide-and-seek only to get rid of me. My brother had protected me when a girl in our neighborhood had harassed me, and he had defended and supported me when two older boys had tried to convince me to pull down my pants in front of them. Joel was very protective.
Joel also had a great sense of humor to accompany his artistic talents. You may know that he had created and published a collection of comics during his adult life, but you probably didn't know that he had already started developing this penchant when he was still a preteen, or maybe even earlier. By the time he was in high school, he was already the author of a series of comics that secretly circulated among many students. These comics had the school principal and one of its teachers as the main characters… I won’t share more, but his comics were memorable, and I was one of his biggest fans.
Unfortunately, we had not been able to maintain this closeness as adults, and little by little we lost what had once been such an intense friendship. Little by little he became more withdrawn, his music and art became darker and darker, and even more unfortunately, he became more and more ill.
However, I am relieved to have witnessed that what seemed most important to him towards the end of his life was to know and follow the will of his God. Although I no longer had a strong connection to Joel, I could see the changes he had made in his life that testify to this desire. For example, an important aspect of his life was now his Bible connection and study groups; that he was actively looking for ways to use his artistic and musical talents to glorify God (for example, the last video posted on his YouTube page was of him playing a Christian song - quite the contrast to the older videos of performances in bars with his previous metal bands); and among other things, that he had quit smoking despite the great difficulty and struggle it took.
Over the past few years I have been able to observe Joel accepting God's will in many situations, even when God asked him something that was unpleasant to him, or simply not how he would have wanted things to be. Several examples come to mind when I think of this, but there is only one that I want to share with you today: those who knew Joel well knew how much he would have liked to be part of the worship team and play music on Sundays at his church. But, despite being disappointed that this wasn’t the job given to him, he took the job God had offered him through Axe21 (his church) and became part of their welcome team.
It seems that God had chosen Joel's role very well, as I was able to read and hear the testimony of many people who enjoyed this service of his — to see the beautiful smile on Joel's face as he welcomed them in while opening the door for them every Sunday for the past few years.
The last interaction I had with him was a long and pleasant phone conversation; We even prayed together before telling each other that we loved each other before hanging up. It had been several years since we had had such a pleasant interaction, and after this conversation I was left with the feeling that I had finally found my long lost brother who I had missed so much.
But the Lord gave, and the Lord took away... Blessed be the Lord!
Lord, I thank you and praise you for Joel’s life.
May I meet him in the clouds, when your trumpet comes a ‘sounding;
May he be wearing a white robe, which has been sprinkled by your blood;
May he be seated at your table, and forever in you, Lord!