Author: cmgurley@msn.com
Memorial Service for Rev Frank LaCrosse
Please come and let’s have a good day of Memories…
Special Memories of a Special Person
Rev Frank La Crosse went home to his reward. Monday. January 31, 2017. 11:55pm.
It is a happy time, as well as a sad time, as we prepare final goodbyes. If we are not careful we will let sadness rule the day. But for every child of God we know that this is also a very happy time. It was not premature. It is only after a long life lived for God that his time arrived.
Hence, I want to find the happiness in a servant of God finally getting to go home. This was Bro La Crosse’s wish every time I met him at the hospital.
I’m Doing Fine. Let’s Go Home!
If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it way too often this past year or so. I’m doing fine. Even when the ravages of time and age creeps on any one of us, to remember that our elder would only state, “I’m doing fine” teaches us to hold our heads high even when it seems the bottom is so close.
Let’s Go Home. We heard him say it Monday night several times. A time of prayer, and medical people galore. It was a blessing to have his son and daughter-in-law there. We all hoped to see him again at his home where he enjoyed time with his wife, Jean La Crosse, and feeding the squirrels in the back yard, or watching the beauty of the greenbelt. This home was a place where they entertained many folks over the past dozen years. Life-long friends, saints and connections from their years of being in the ministry.
It was a home bathed in love and care. Very comforting the first time you walked in, and on till the time it came to leave. But it was not Bro La Crosse’s final home. You see, that last time he uttered those words I believe he could already see his permanent home. Through that eternal veil that separates us from here and yonder, he was seeing what we are not yet privileged to experience. Here we are only travelers, sojourners for a very short time. But our home there is an eternal home. Forever. A blessed place we are looking forward to be.
A song came to my mind this past Tuesday and I’ve worn it’s welcome out in my home. Hopefully you will know it and will hum it as a memory of Rev Frank La Crosse.
I’m Longing For Home
For the sun goeth down.
I want to go where
Sweet Rest can be found!
I’m just about through
With this old house of clay.
I’m leaving this world!
For Glory someday.
We will be celebrating his life in a few weeks… Please check back in for an update in a week or so. Blessings to each of you!
Storms of Life
I love a good storm…
Mind you, I’m not interested in one that forces loss of life or property, but the concept of thunder, lightening, wind, rain, snow, sleet…
Well, there’s something about enjoying the force of nature’s strength. As a lad, when a storm was approaching, we were allowed to climb up to the top of trees and ride them like bucking broncs as the wind built. We were FORCED to come down as soon we saw or heard thunder/lightening.
In Alaska, and here in Washington, we do not understand rain. Yes, it comes and we are known to be rainy areas, but the rain never falls like it was when I was young. Too me, heavy rain is like a monsoon where you cannot see a single foot in front of you. Dangerous!
But I want to direct my thoughts today to the concept of storms that crawl through our lives, be that personal or spiritual.
I am reminded of a song. Though penned by one of our modern singer/songwriters, Bill and Gloria Gaither, the voice that rings through my mind comes from a great friend and pastor, Brett Jones.
In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face. While the storm howls about me and there is no hiding place. Mid the crash of the thunder precious Lord hear my cry keep me safe till the storm passes by.
Many times Satan tells me there is no need to try for there is no end of sorrow, there’s no hope by and by. But I know thou art with me and tomorrow I’ll rise where the storms never darken the skies.
When the long night has ended and the storms come no more, let me stand in thy presence on that bright peaceful shore. In that land where the tempest never comes Lord may I dwell with thee till the storm passes by.
(Chorus)Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more, till the clouds roll forever from the sky. Hold me fast let me stand in the hollow of thy hand.Keep me safe till the storm passes by.
So much of what we think about is selfish. It is possibly the greatest failing of most human beings. We think and act according to the needs and wants of – “Me…”. What do I get out of it? What’s in it for me? What will others think of me? How do I live with myself? I do not care what you want as long as the “ME” gets satisfied.
Way too often we think only of self.
It should be that the greatest satisfaction and peace comes when we think and act for others.
Specifically, what do you do for others when they come under fire? When they have their storm? When life is throwing another bowling ball down the gutter of their life?
At the same time, who is there for me when I go through my storm?
Some time back I was reading through an hour of tweets (this is all I have time for), a trend popped out and I started thinking about all of these friends in my life who have been there for me when I was in trouble – there, it happened again… It’s all about me….
Let’s put that on the other foot! Where have I been when my friends were in trouble?
A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.
Proverbs 17:17 KJV
One translation of this favored scripture states that – “At all times, a friend loveth, but in adversity he is born (i.e., becomes) a brother.” It is the same author that states:
A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.
Proverbs 18:24
I am blessed with siblings. Two wonderful brothers and one sweetheart of a sister. I would like to think that through all of our past troubles we were there for one another, and will yet again be there for each other into the future.
Yet, the reality is often that we have other friends in our lives that “become” our brother during times of adversity. Friends seem to span time and space and come to our aid in a heartbeat. Friends seem “to know” when we need something and often have just the right word or action to succor us during the darkest of nights.
There is something about being a friend … in order to have a friend … so that friends “become” brothers during storms.
On one hand I find that I must define the word and concept of “friend”…
- I have many acquaintances, but so few “real” friends.
- Who are my friends? What is a friend?
- What will my friend do for me?
- Do I do for my friend only what he/she will do for me?
- Is there an accounting sheet to balance favors between me and my friends?
- Am I so petty that I must balance my favors to so called friends by counting how many times they have been there for me?
Today, I glanced through the many categories of my “friends” on Facebook. The total number says 1,302. Not to dash anyone’s self importance, but whittle away the acquaintances, business associates, cross connections, and groups – what is the true number of “friends”?
And when someone is facing a storm, the true friend comes to their support and, perhaps, rescue.
Facebook tells me someone is still grieving after burying a loved one, another is still working on life after the death of a spouse, another is having money problems, and still another is anguishing over a burned down childhood memory house (you know(!!))
How can you be a true friend to all these number of folks in your life?
A friend does not have to have pearls of wisdom to quote, nor platitudes to deliver. No. Oft times all we need is to know that we are not abandoned during our storm. Friends often stand by ready to deliver assistance wherever is needed!
My mind thinks back through the years and to all the various friends I had at the time of a storm and I think…
…What is the formula I mentioned at the beginning? What is the ‘algorithm’ of life that will stand the test of time through the ages?
Just be there. Stand through the storm with your friend.
Thank you, friends, for being there for me during my storms…
2015 and Beyond!
Blessed to be a blessing!
That’s a theme for the future. Not only with First Church of Lacey, but with every person who walks through our doors. We want the church experience to bless every person! Then every person can be a blessing to others in return.
One of the important things we all need to remember – we will never touch another person effectively with our lives unless we are willing to spend a few moments with others. The old adage is appropriate here, “You have two ears and one mouth; so, listen more than you speak!”
How will we know what someone needs without listening? How do we start the conversation? By speaking.
God speaks to Moses to speak this blessing to the children of Israel. Moses listens to the spoken voice of God, and in turn speaks to the children of Israel who are listening to him. Do you see the process? This is the way a pastor prepares to speak to the congregation – Listen, Then Talk. This is the way a Worship Leader prepares songs for the service – Listen, then Lead!
Allow me to use this today to bless you the reader and I hope you will use it in return to minister to those God has put into your path.
The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace. (Numbers 6:24-26 ESV)
Blessings to you all!