Enquiring Minds Want To Know

Good morning, we had a private family time with my dad and then this past Wednesday night, May 29; we had a memorial and an Armenian tradition of serving dinner to the people who had been faithful in attendance to his Wednesday night Bible study. His whole week revolved around studying and having his papers printed to hand out to every person there. He went to his desk and studied on the Saturday that we had to put him in the hospital that evening at 5:45. He had opened his Bible and studied from Daniel and I have left his Bible open to that place, I cannot bring myself to close it or change anything on his desk or around his chair where he was confined. Daddy hated having to be dependent on people for help with his personal matters and voiced it even though I told him how happy I was to help him. He requested certain things that he wanted and we, Alan, Janet and myself, carried it out exactly as he told us separately and together many times.  Alan spoke to the congregation on the Sunday morning after he passed into his glorious life, May 12 and told a very surprised congregation that he had gone home. The neat thing about the day he died is that it was exactly as God had meant it to be, May 8, 1962 was the day he and mother started the Gospel Harvester Chapel on 2800 Piedmont Rd, Atl. They were out from under the thumb of the anyone that could tell him he couldn’t “sing his prayers”, preach loud, sing songs they considered “soulish” or love his congregation as friend as much as pastor, not to be heralded as a High Bishop and power over their lives, naming their children, telling them who they could and could not have relationships with both in friendships and marriage, but as a friend that would come to the hospital and pray with them, who would come to their home and sit on the porch drinking ice tea and talking about fishing and the Lord, hunting and the Lord, building a new sanctuary and the Lord, making mistakes and accepting the Grace of God and the Lord. He was all that and more. He treated people as peer and not as someone to lord over but to bring by the hand to The Lord! He died 51 years to the day, the anniversary of the happiest day of their life! God how I miss that man in the flesh, but feel him in the spirit every day.

Much love to you and yours, Harolene