My Father's Funeral
Sermon shared by James May
Summary: This was the message that I gave for my father (James Cline May), at his funeral. He is in a far better place but we shall miss him for a while. Rest in the arms of Jesus Dad.
Audience: General adults
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My Fatherís Funeral (James Cline May)
Sunday, November 6, 2005 Ė 2:30 PM
Today I want to say to all of you who have been so kind during these past few months and days, ďThank you for being there to support us through some trying times. Thank you for your prayers, visits, sympathy and caring. And, I want to say, from all the family, thank you so very much for coming out to help us celebrate the life of my Father. All of you have been a wonderful source of strength and a great help for us all through Dadís long months of illness, and these final hours as we prepare to lay his body to rest. We thank you, we love you and we appreciate you more than we could ever say.
Today I have a duty, as the Pastor for my Mother and Father for the past several years. Itís duty that shared by any other Pastor when a member of the church is in need. But, for me, it is so more than just a duty that I must perform - it is my greatest honor and privilege to have the opportunity to stand here today and be the minister who can speak to you concerning my own Fatherís life and his passage from this mortal realm to the eternal glory that he now is experiencing.
I am so thankful for the Christian heritage that has been passed along to our family.
From my earliest years, I have a few memories of the old Brush Arbor near my Grandfatherís home, where I heard gospel music and preaching more than once. I didnít grasp the meaning of it all then, but the sights and sounds made their impression and started me on my journey toward Jesus. Thank you Dad, thank you Mom, for starting your family on that journey that led us to know the Lord Jesus Christ.
I can remember the days that came a few years later, when we would sit on simple wooden plank pews, those pews rested on the rough surfaced concrete floor of the little church that my Grandfather, with the help of many others including my Dad, built near where that brush arbor had stood. How many times I went to that church I really donít know, but I will never forget how hard it was to sleep on hard concrete floors and wooden slat pews during the service. I think they may have made it that way just so people couldnít sleep during church.
I can remember the days at Galvez Pentecostal Church when we would all go to Sunday School. I told Sis. Annie Alford just last night of my memories of the penny marches that we used to have to help support the church. Of course all I thought of then was that it was fun to walk in front of everybody and drop my pennies. Thatís where I believe that I began to learn of the privilege of being able to give to the Work of the Lord.
I can remember the time, at the age of 12 when I received the Baptism in the Holy Spirit, and began my service to God in earnest. From that day to this, through all the twists and turns; through all of the faults, failures and successes in life; my own journey toward Heaven continues.
Thanks to the Christian Heritage that was passed down by my Dad and Mom, I can stand here to today, on Dadís behalf and tell all of you about the life of my Dad and about the Jesus that he loves so much.
If there can be such a thing as defining a life, I think that Dadís life would defined with three terms: ďQuiet strength, practical love and a peaceful heart.Ē He was soft-spoken, but firm in his beliefs and unbending in his convictions. He was
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