tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26896032840576768922024-03-26T23:35:35.857-07:00Andrew Snekvik MemorialHe touched thousands with his life.
Share your memories and thoughts with others who loved Andrew.CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-9334401197138500882010-06-19T21:39:00.001-07:002010-07-28T23:07:08.618-07:00Andrew,<br />I'm taking time today to remember you and your life. It's been a<br />couple of years since I last saw you, and I miss you a lot. I know<br />that when I see you next, you will be in a pretty posh place in<br />heaven. Through your death I have come to see with striking clarity<br />that what we do here during our transient lives has eternal<br />consequences. I strive to live life just the way you did.<br />I am sorry for all the pain that you suffered. From afar I shared in<br />your pain, hoping and praying. But to the end, you have given so<br />much. In some way, you really lived out what your life stood for in<br />the way you faced death. It reminds me of Jesus.<br />You were always fun to be with, and your jokes were funny. You had<br />much joy from living out the truth, and you were always willing to<br />share it. I am thankful to be one that has received your love and<br />companionship. You may not be here now, but the imprint of your life<br />in this world will always live in us. Hallelujah for the hope that we<br />have, and all that we have to look forward to! Bless you Andrew.<br />I'll celebrate your life by living mine to the fullest. I'll see you<br />at the end.<p>James Choi</p><p><br />ps Sam, Steve and Mark must be so big now!</p>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-21399527508331599032010-06-10T15:25:00.001-07:002010-07-28T23:06:30.965-07:00Andrew, my pastor and friendAndrew, you and Val have been such an inspiration to me. Even in death and even more so, your very passionate walk with Jesus has had a profound impact on me. I want to be just like you when I grow up :) I miss you dearly. Rest in peace my friend.<div><br /></div><div>Steven Baronian</div>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-2880046842756216852010-06-08T13:15:00.000-07:002010-06-09T21:47:54.973-07:00Generations of Blessing<div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"> <h2 style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 3pt"><em></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Snekviks are a source of rich joy and blessing for me and my whole family.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I first met Chuck and Marianne, Andrew and Ingrid when I moved to </span></span><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Portland</span></span></st1:place></st1:city><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I was attracted by a hunger to know the Lord and some stories of church life.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Not knowing what I would find, the first thing that touched me so deeply was the love of these brothers and sisters.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They became friends and encouragers, pillars and precious stones in a house God is building.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I was privileged to be built with the Snekviks for an eternal purpose.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Chuck and Marianne opened their home to us.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They opened their hearts and family to us.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We became friends and enjoyed so much with them and their children.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Andrew grew up before our eyes as a testimony to the hunger and thirst for God present in Andrew’s whole family.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We went camping together, ran together, prayed together and worshiped the Lamb. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We watched Andrew sail through </span></span><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Portland</span></span></st1:placename><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><st1:placetype st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">High School</span></span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I remember the day we went to a </span></span><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Portland</span></span></st1:place></st1:city><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> beach to witness Andrew’s baptism.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A joyful testimony in front of a number of his high school friends as well as the believers he knew.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Then Andrew flew off to Stanford.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Chuck and Marianne continued to encourage us as they continued their search for what God is all about practically in their lives.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></h2> <p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Snekviks gave and gave (and are still giving).</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As Christ was poured into them, they just let Him be poured out again to others.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When Andrew came back for visits, he was always ready to pray for us or encourage us.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Then Andrew found Val, who reflected and magnified the joy of Jesus with Andrew.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I thank our Lord Jesus for the fellowship we could share with Andrew and all the Snekviks.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I thank you, Val, for letting God’s love be multiplied in you and for trusting Him with your lives.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We are confident that God will raise up your children, Samuel, Stephen and Mark, to continue the blessing that has been flowing for several generations.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We look forward to meeting them and seeing you again one day.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We continue to pray for you and your family Val.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We pray for you too, Chuck and Marianne, Ingrid and Chris, as we give Jesus our pain and loss.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We will miss Andrew very much.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Thank you for showing us more of Jesus! </span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.5pt;color:#001320;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.5pt;color:#001320;">Better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>from Psalm 84</span><o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black;"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">With deep love and sympathy, Ollie, Jen and the Muff family</span></p></span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span> </div>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-44643731931805058352010-05-31T14:46:00.001-07:002010-06-09T21:42:34.978-07:00and another thing...Even in his death, God is using Andrew to teach me something.<div><br /></div><div>I am convinced that God will never replace Andrew - there will simply be nobody to replace him. </div><div>God isn't making people as disposable helpers - each is unique, and special.</div> <div>Andrew was exceptional, but I'll tell you what - Andrew is exceptional, for eternity, and he is so because he embraced his path, his purpose in God.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am convinced that we will fair well because God will provide -- but He will not replace Andrew.</div> <div>Instead, in the last day, Andrew will be restored to us and us to him. Thank you Jesus!!</div><div><br /></div><div>And so, our grief can turn in patient hope...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Christophe Leroy</div>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-89750122034440559142010-05-29T00:37:00.001-07:002010-05-30T13:58:21.425-07:00Thanks AndrewAndrew,<br />You have made an impact on me, thank you for it. I am a different person than I would otherwise be because I knew you. Here are some things that come to mind...<br /><br />I say things like "You Rock" and refer to being sad as "bummed." I like Jack Johnson, I even pray "The Divine Hours" (although not as consistently as I would like.) <br /><br />I'm more reliant on Jesus. <br />Thanks for all the times that you made in your busy schedule to hang out with me. To listen to my problems patiently, never judge, and give wise advice. Thanks for helping me see the underlying fears and false beliefs that were affecting the choices I made. Thanks for helping me invite Jesus to heal some of those. Thanks for your joy, passion for Jesus, and humor.<br /><br />I'm married.<br />But it was not a 1 day ordeal with flowers and white dresses. It was listening to Kate and I talked about our fights, while you and Val chased kids around your home. It was praying for our relationship before and after we were married. It was teaching us not to kill each other for our different attitudes toward money. Thanks for showing me what a father and a husband can look like. As Kate and I figure out how we will raise our children, I often ask what would Andrew and Val do?<br /><br />I'm a leader.<br />Thanks for teaching me how to lead, and how to do that as a servant. Both for people trying to follow Jesus, and for people trying put away chairs at church. You taught me to encourage, listen, make strategies, trust in Jesus, pray for people I lead. <br /><br />Thanks for changing me. I am so glad to have known you here. <br /><br />Enjoy heaven,<br />KeithCRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-64509118302565779622010-05-28T13:30:00.001-07:002010-05-30T13:57:30.897-07:00Warm Welcome<div class="Section1"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;">Andrew extended a warm welcome to me and members of our congregation at <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Life</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Church</st1:placetype></st1:place>, graciously allowing us to participate in small group leader training at The Vineyard.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;">Andrew’s generosity, commitment to Christ and the body of believers, and wonderful smile will be fondly remembered and greatly missed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;">We extend our deepest sympathies to Andrew’s family and friends. You are in our prayers.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;">Sincerely,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;">Pastor Eva Clarke<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> </div>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-84643602376073762010-05-28T08:31:00.000-07:002010-05-28T10:29:33.717-07:00Thankyou<br>Thankyou Andrew and Val and family for being a living testimony of Jesus , his love, pain , joy , sorrow and hope.<br /><br>I had only been attending the Vineyard for a short time and Andrew was at the Boston site. I did not have the great blessing of getting to know him personally other than to see him and hear him and Val speak at the church in Cambridge. My life merged with Marianne and Chuck and the story of this man and his life began to unfold more and more before me. It has been my greatest privilege to pray for Andrew and be a part of this journey. It is profound how much someone can affect you in life and not know him well. I have been touched and changed seeing and hearing all he has been and done for others. Andrew's journey and sharing it with all of you has changed me and my life forever. I will only press on with more love, more hope and joy in Jesus name upon this earth , Thy Kingdom Come, Lord, Thy Kingdome Come... <br /><br>Thankyou Andrew and thankyou Jesus for allowing all of us this precious time with him. <br /><br>Judy Jordan<br />CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-11982036968835073572010-05-28T05:16:00.001-07:002010-05-28T10:28:43.699-07:00Thank You Andrew<br>We have different gifts, according to the grace given us. If a man's gift is prophesying, let him use it in proportion to his faith. If it is serving, let him serve; if it is teaching, let him teach; if it is encouraging, let him encourage; if it is contributing to the needs of others, let him give generously; if it is leadership, let him govern diligently; if it is showing mercy, let him do it cheerfully. ( Romans 12:6-8)<br /><br>Andrew had a lot to offer. He gived his money and time to charity and organization like Rebuild Africa. He was a friend to many especially my family. Unselfishly, he gave of his time to Val, his kids and others. I still remember when he asked to take Bildine along with his family for apple picking. Bildine still carry that memory today. He did lots of voluntary work. He served as parent helper when I did kids church at the vineyard. He was a peacemaker- Settling disputes among his boys at home and small group members under his supervision. He was a teacher. He taught me Vineyard 201 and I enjoy his teaching. Today I am applying what I learned. That encourages me to understand that he lives on - In me and in every small group leader. He was a minister. I called him my small group pastor. He was a cheerful person, always smiling and giving words of affirmation. I left Boston in 2003. At the time I left, Andrew still look great. I heard about the cancer while in Liberia and pray with all that is in me, asking God to heal and restore Andrew's health. But, today Andrew is asleep. God did not heal his body but instead took him away from the painful body. He is absent from the body and united with Christ 2 Cor. 5:8. As I think about this, I can imagine how happy Christ and the angels must be. Psalms 116:15 say "precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints." So, Christ is happy!!! As I mourn, I mourn with this one thing in mind, Eventually, God will put an end to death. Rev. 21:4. While we wait for that great getting up morning, let us work out our salvation with fear and trembling. Thank you God for sharing Andrew's life with us. Thank you Andrew's family for sharing Andrew with us and Thank you Andrew for loving us all. We will miss you. <br><br /><br>Bartoe Walker<br><br />Liberia<br />CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-28050189019527134172010-05-27T22:10:00.001-07:002010-05-27T23:17:08.240-07:00Full of life<br>The night we heard about Andrew's death, Teri and I toasted a glass of wine "To Andrew and Val".  Talking over dinner about interactions we'd had with Andrew, the thing that kept coming up is how we remember Andrew as being full of life.  That phrase really resonated with us, and we shared several memories which fit well with that theme.<br /><br>Brian Odom<br />CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-14490055662538079902010-05-27T13:47:00.001-07:002010-05-27T16:04:54.179-07:00Oh Andrew<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBs8SbdtFz_wA0sPa6WxL3jDX1SWGnqsEn5hT8bgbUCL4rCqaLW2iiFD60KBn6zCoahJj4AHJRZCg5MnhtTLU07exIbd0QowiU9pCnsDm0HfM3C1GRluJs02Zt7av5HwtJbJIH5d9_I4o/s1600/DSC09889+(2)-760382.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBs8SbdtFz_wA0sPa6WxL3jDX1SWGnqsEn5hT8bgbUCL4rCqaLW2iiFD60KBn6zCoahJj4AHJRZCg5MnhtTLU07exIbd0QowiU9pCnsDm0HfM3C1GRluJs02Zt7av5HwtJbJIH5d9_I4o/s320/DSC09889+(2)-760382.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476054355367827106" /></a></p><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal">It's hard to write about all the ways Andrew's been part of my life.<span style=""> </span>There were all the different classes he taught at the Vineyard, the countless wedding ceremonies he officiated that I attended, the sermons preached, and the leading by example as he shared life's stories with Val during the leading of the Marriage Course.<span style=""> </span>Here are a few specific memories that come to mind:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The first time I met Andrew was in 2001 during my small group that Prashant Murti was leading. <span style=""> </span>I introduced myself to Andrew thinking he was another new person coming to the group only to find out Andrew was observing that night as the Small Groups pastor!<span style=""> </span>(I was still new at the Vineyard at the time).</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">My first time directly working with Andrew was in 2005 when I was head of the Logistics team at the church and Andrew was one of the main people (in addition to Chi-Ray) overseeing the transition to our new church building.<span style=""> </span>(see accompanying picture as we were touring the construction of the building)<span style=""> </span>I had many conversations with Andrew on the best way to handle all the details of smoothly running our own church as well as how to not exhaust myself in the process.<span style=""> </span>His leadership was invaluable in the important task of taking care of the practical as well as the spiritual needs of people serving.<span style=""> </span>Here is a snapshot from my meeting minutes during that time of tasks to do:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Andrew will take care of how people are doing things, making it more welcoming so people want to serve</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>I think that sums it up – Andrew wholeheartedly was part of serving the church and meeting people's needs.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style=""> </span>Two funny times I remember with Andrew was the time I first started dating my husband and we were walking into church together and were coming in from the parking lot – we were holding hands but when we got closer to the church and I started seeing people (like Andrew) I got embarrassed and let go of my then boyfriend's hand and tried to pretend we hadn't been holding hands. <span style=""> </span>Andrew called me on that and joked with me about my shyness in admitting I was dating (Andrew loved to laugh and have fun!).<span style=""> </span>The other time was when I first visited the Boston site of the church and asked Andrew how things were going as we were walking into service.<span style=""> </span>While holding his cup of coffee, Andrew said, "Great! I love it that I can bring my coffee into the service!"<span style=""> </span>Somehow I think this may have led to the site at Cambridge adopting that privilege when we merged the sites back together…<span style=""> </span>: )</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">There are moments like these when I just have to laugh at Andrew's candor and good nature. <span style=""> </span>Though I wasn't as closely connected to him and his family, I was definitely touched by his life.<span style=""> While I was</span> looking back on my pictures of events and celebrations at the Vineyard, Andrew is in almost all of them because he was such a huge presence in the church.<span style=""> </span>He will be missed.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Karen Stevenson<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"></p>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-37489750862657243072010-05-26T14:42:00.001-07:002010-05-26T22:22:38.535-07:00LIKE THE GRASS OF THE FIELD<div>I remember the Boston Vineyard as a 20 person small group over Pu Pu Hot Pot on Main st. I remember the day that Andrew and Val came to Boston and joined the church. I remember Andrew as a man after Gods own heart, a man that imitated Christ in ways that many of us will never reach this side of heaven. </div> <div> </div> <div>Thank you to Shanti who so eloquently summarized all of my feelings about Andrew's death and the impact that it brought to me. My heart is poured out for Val and the kids. What glorious promises the word has for those who mourn, for those who have given so much. I cannot understand this, but Val, I love you and am holding you up in prayer.</div> <div> </div> <div>Let us press on toward the goal that Jesus has promised!</div> <div> </div> <div>Shannon McDonnell</div> <div>Rota, Spain </div>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-62958947900371882272010-05-26T13:01:00.001-07:002010-05-26T22:21:50.981-07:00Thank you, Andrew.Andrew, thank you for your kindness. I remember God used you to bring healing and comfort when you prayed for me after service. You encouraged me that God had good plans for my life.<br /><br />I wanted you to live longer on this earth, but I imagine that it's better up there with Jesus. What do you think of human life now from heaven's perspective? How does it feel to see and experience God/Love so clearly and be freed from brokenness and sin?<br /><br />I can imagine you cheering us on to run the race well for our King. Thank you for being an example to us of fighting the good fight. Thank you for being a trailblazer to heaven and giving us the gift of wisdom to number our days. Your life lives on in our hearts and spurs us on.<br /><br />See you again someday.<br /><br />- Rusan SymonsCRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-48119956096987375792010-05-26T12:47:00.000-07:002010-05-26T22:21:36.747-07:00A True Gentleman<div><span class="221293419-26052010"><span style="font-family:Perpetua;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Our family have crossed paths with the Snekviks Senior and junior over the years. </em></strong></span></span></div> <div><span class="221293419-26052010"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Perpetua;font-size:130%;">All of them live out Christ in their lives to the full every day. You can never be around </span></em></strong></span></div> <div><span class="221293419-26052010"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Perpetua;font-size:130%;">the family without conversation coming around to Jesus and how he is impacting our lives every day.</span></em></strong></span></div> <div><span class="221293419-26052010"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Perpetua;font-size:130%;">Andrew possessed this in abundance - although we did not know him as intimately, he is remembered by our children </span></em></strong></span></div> <div><span class="221293419-26052010"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Perpetua;font-size:130%;">as a funny, friendly man ready to listen and include you in a crowd. </span></em></strong></span></div> <div><span class="221293419-26052010"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Perpetua;font-size:130%;">I remember entering a room on one occasion, unfamiliar with many there, yet Andrew took time to engage me in conversation and make me feel welcome. That was him all over - in essence, enigmatic, a true gentleman, keen observer of people, and our lives are less enriched because of his passing.</span></em></strong></span></div> <div><span class="221293419-26052010"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Perpetua;font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></span> </div> <div><span class="221293419-26052010"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Perpetua;font-size:130%;">Love abundantly, </span></em></strong></span></div> <div><span class="221293419-26052010"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Perpetua;font-size:130%;">The Bareham Family.</span></em></strong></span></div>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-22274566902543414612010-05-25T22:14:00.001-07:002010-05-26T09:21:49.016-07:00on losing a comrade<div style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt"><div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">i wrote this in an email recently to a friend with a strong faith of her own, who had expressed condolences and shared the fear that came up for her when confronted with young death:</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">andrew is the third peer we've lost in the last few years. every time i've gone through a range of reactions, including:</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">1) this place/time sucks. pardon my language, but that's pretty much the sentiment. death, sickness, evil, injustice are all fruits of the kingdom of darkness, which for now we can only see partially vanquished. </div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">2) so my resolve to fight is strengthened. to make sure that i am wholly dedicated to the kingdom of light and love and rescue. this is a day-by-day struggle, to take care of responsibilities that seem mundane while remembering what exactly is eternal: family, friends, neighbors, enemies, and the work of <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274850289_0" style="cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom- background-position: initial initial; color:initial;">building the kingdom</span>. much of the time i miss it.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">3) with the disciples to say to Jesus, "where else can i go? you alone have the words of eternal life." even when i am angry that He didn't save the life of someone i love, and i just don't get his "Human Resources" decisions, i can still only find life in Him. and that is the only way to deal with the misery of loss. He is a good Lord, and He allows me to come angry, discouraged, frustrated, whatever.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">someone once shared the analogy of a field commander and a battlefield. He is in charge, and we will will one day win, but there are losses every day. i don't understand His purposes in allowing those losses, but there are mysterious words in Scripture about the power and productiveness of suffering in His kingdom. it is perhaps our most powerful weapon. </div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">4) to seize the day with the ones i love and live every day with beauty. </div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">5) wondering, like you, what suffering lies ahead. my lifeline is to draw closer to Jesus. <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274850289_1">perfect love</span> casts out fear. He has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love and sound thinking. this has been my mantra for many years now and praise God that fear is no longer a dominating presence in my thought life. but i still get harassed with "invitations" to fear and have to keep holding up the truth. my "life verse" chosen by my parents is linked to my name, from Phil. 4: "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, shall guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus." this is my prophetic calling, to embrace peace and live in prayer and thanksgiving, come what may. </div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">thanks for engaging on this level of life. it's one of the things i like about you!</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">peace for today, </div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">shanti</div></div><div style="position:fixed"></div> </div>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-81271833940036587222010-05-25T16:34:00.001-07:002010-05-25T18:27:57.136-07:00Andrew Amigo and Loving Soul<div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; color: #000000"><br />Andrew...... I am glad that I could tell you how God spoke to me many times about your spirit and health. The Holy Spirit woke me up many early mornings and your person came to my prayers.<div>I have no doubt that you are rejoicing and singing in the presence of the Lord. We will join you in that feast in a short time.</div><div>With Love</div><div>-Lulu<br /><div><br /></div></div></div>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-42745719372169534972010-05-25T15:27:00.001-07:002010-05-25T18:27:30.285-07:00Andrew was an inspiration<div style="font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;font-size:10pt;color:#000000;">My husband and I met at the Vineyard in Boston. After our wedding, we moved to the Boston site with Andrew and Val and absolutely loved them both as our pastors and leaders. Andrew was an amazing man of God, an incredible father, a personable and attentive leader, an incredible teacher, and a wonderful friend. We have since moved to Portland, Oregon, but think and pray for the Snekvik's very often. Our hearts are broken and cannot understand the loss of such a Godly man. We are sending our love and thoughts to Boston and wish very badly that we could be there with all of you to celebrate his incredible life.<br /><br />-Judah and Tricia Askew<br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#007f7f;"> </span></div> <div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#007f7f;"></span> </div><div><br /></div> </div>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-81202523598391641892010-05-25T14:03:00.001-07:002010-05-25T18:26:48.989-07:00Never forgotten<span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"> <div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial,helvetica; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"> <div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:black;">I don't really have any specific memories to share, but this is more a personal observance of Andrew's right character. He had a cheerful and calm demeanor, and a friendly smile. I know he truly loved his family and friends, and both cheered and prayed for their successes. He was not afraid to be real and honest about himself. He had patience with me during my time in his and Val's small group several years ago when I was an emotional mess, muddling my way through life. For that, I am truly humbled and thankful. </span></div> <span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"></span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"></span> </div> <div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:black;">Well, I guess I do have a specific memory of Andrew. When I was on prayer team at the Boston site, the team would sit in the atrium to pray before the service started. Sometimes Andrew, Val and the kids would come into the building through the door in the atrium. He'd walk by us and say, "Go, prayer team!" He was our cheerleader and he knew we loved him.</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"></span> </div> <div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:black;">As hard as it is to believe that Andrew is no longer with us, I'm at peace because I KNOW he is now resting in God's presence. Amen to that.</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"></span> </div> <div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"></span> </div> <div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:black;">Rachel Boyd</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:black;">Jamaica Plain, MA</span></div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"> <div><br /></div> <div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial,helvetica; COLOR: black; CLEAR: both; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"></div> </span><!-- end of AOLMsgPart_2_bd3d089c-8ca6-4cc6-b39f-62db0cb547bc --></span>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-38734554131370750192010-05-25T08:55:00.001-07:002010-05-25T18:26:01.238-07:00Andrew's LegacyWay back in 2004, a group of us from the college ministry were gearing<br />up to leave Boston and plant a church together in New York. I was<br />talking with Andrew about my fears and difficulties about leaving our<br />wonderful community. He said to me, "Get as close to your friends as<br />you can before you leave. It's okay to be sad, because you're leaving<br />as close friends. Don't end your friendships early. Everyone should be<br />crying at the going away party because everyone is so close."<p>Andrew invested deeply in his friends. He urged others to be like him.<br />His grinning face and humorous attitude were contagious. His hopeful<br />spirit was powerful.</p><p>Andrew multiplied himself in the lives he touched. He leaves a legacy<br />of hope-bringers and friend-makers.</p><p>The world needs what Andrew gave. And he keeps giving through the<br />lives he impacted. He was a special man in a special place at a<br />special time.</p><p>One day I'll understand why God took Andrew. For now I take comfort<br />that he has joined the could of witnesses -- I imagine him loving<br />powerfully, boldly encouraging others, worshiping freely and living<br />fully for Jesus.</p><p>Andrew, thank you for everything you gave us.<br />God, thank you for giving us Andrew.</p><p>Love,<br />Gabrien Symons</p>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-65955407003670687762010-05-25T08:01:00.001-07:002010-05-25T18:25:09.943-07:00Memories of Andrew<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"><tbody><tr><td valign="top" style="font: inherit;">We never knew Andrew personally, but have had the honor to pray for him during the past two years. We held him up to our Heavenly Father along with Valerie, the boys and his parents. We prayed for remission of his cancer, we prayed for his strength and that of Valerie and the family, we cried when times were difficult and we were joyful with the family when times were good. Mainly we prayed that Andrew and Valerie and the family keep their eyes on God.<br /><br />Even though we never met any of you in person, we felt close to you as a family. We thank God for giving us this opportunity to be part of your family in a most difficult time.<br /><br />God is good and gracious and while we sometimes don't understand why things happen the way they do, we know that they are all for His glory. In every way, Andrew honored and glorified God. We pray in the ensuing days that Valerie and the family will come to realize that Andrew was an example to all of us. When life became difficult he put his God and his family to the forefront. <br /><br />Andrew touched the lives of many and through the internet, we were allowed to be a part of his family, even for a short time. Thank you Lord for sharing him with us. <br /><br />Lee and Deanna Howard<br />Hemet, CA<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-12621154496887908602010-05-24T11:00:00.001-07:002010-05-24T11:04:55.980-07:00A Legacy of Love<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"><tbody><tr><td valign="top" style="font: inherit;">What always stood out about Andrew from the moment we met was how friendly, upbeat and caring he was towards everybody -- friend and stranger alike. He was a kind and loving soul, a daily reminder of God's love and grace. He was a true gentleman in the best sense of the word. Though as much as he loved everybody, nowhere was that more obvious than towards his family. They have suffered a deep loss indeed. You could see it on his face every time Val and the boys walked into the room. It's often said that the will of God will not take you where the grace of God will not protect you -- I firmly believe that and pray that now. Let's bring forth many people to protect, encourage and support Val, Chuck and Marianne as they care for and watch over Sam, Stephen and Mark for all their days. It's said that the keys to happiness are to live well, laugh often and love much; Andrew did that in abundance which is why he'll be sorely missed. Memories of life and love shared become a legacy of love, comforting those left behind.<br /><br /> Jen Morris<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-40092786409267983672010-05-23T19:44:00.001-07:002010-05-23T20:06:38.184-07:00Remembering my friendMy fondest memory of Andrew is that of playing basketball with him, and all of our sons after church at BFIT. We usually went out back to look for our kids who had wandered out to the court after service. inevitably, we would be sucked into a game that would consist of me and Andrew against 5 screaming, wild-eyed, energetic boys who would have us both huffing and puffing in a matter of minutes!<p>When I shared the news of Andrews passing with my sons, my youngest's face quickly went from sad to relieved, as he stated "Well he's in heaven right? So we get to see him again!" Out of the mouth of babes....</p><p>Andrew, you were my pastor, my counselor, and most importantly my friend, and I miss you terribly. My heart is broken for Val and your beautiful boys, who must miss you more than words are capable of expressing. I'm so glad that we know right where you are, and as Grace put it, you are cancer free!!! I can't wait to see you again!</p><p>Your friend and brother,</p><p>Steven Baronian</p>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-45253756150314649522010-05-23T17:42:00.001-07:002010-05-23T20:05:43.155-07:00Remembering Andrew ......Andrew, I didn't know you for far long enough, but you made an instant and lasting impression on me. Today my heart hurts -- for the loss of you, for the grief your wonderful family must now endure and for the void your passing will leave. Although your presence will always be sorely missed, our caring community will draw close to surround and support your family while the rest of us draw consolation from knowing that you are now exactly where you are meant to be. It's been a long and well-fought battle for you, but now is the time to claim the rest you so richly deserve. Though I'd long been an interested observer of the Vineyard experience, I might have remained just that had you not provided the impetus that moved me to become a member -- and for that, I can never thank you enough. The saying goes that the measure of a man is taken by the way he reacts to adversity -- when this standard is applied, your worth is thus immeasurable. I'm reminded of something a favorite uncle always quoted to us in times of deep loss -- "Those who remain alive in our hearts shall never truly die." You are in my heart, Andrew -- now and forever.<br /><br />Jeanne MorrisCRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-51358761465780615732010-05-23T17:04:00.000-07:002010-05-23T17:10:49.402-07:00Brave warrior<p>My husband and I have prayed for Andrew for almost two years and we know first hand that God is a God of miracles and we stood in faith believing for a miracle as many did but God is sovereign and choose to bring Andrew home with Him. Some day we will know why. Andrew was a great warrior and he tried everything the doctors brought his way, but God's healed him his way and now Andrew has a glorified body and is praising his savior and walking on streets of gold. He is at peace. we will continue to pray for Val and his three sons and his mom and dad.</p> <p>God Bless, Harry and Gloria Kerr, Gray, Maine</p>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-56109017496504595222010-05-23T13:42:00.000-07:002010-05-23T14:29:25.081-07:00Poem for Those Left BehindAndrew was my Pastor for but a short time, but I will always remember his warm smile. My family has a poem they share during times of loss, I think everyone will find it touching and appropriate:<div><br /></div><div>Marcus L. Smith<br /><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;">When I must leave you for a little while</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;">Please do not grieve and shed wild tears</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;">And hug your sorrow to you, through the years</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;">But start out bravely, with a gallant smile</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;">And for my sake and in my name</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;">Live on and do all things the same.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;">Feed not your loneliness on empty days.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;">But till each waking hour in useful ways</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;">Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;">And I in turn will comfort you a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;">nd hold you near.</span></i></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;">And never, never be afraid to die</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12pt;"> For I am waiting for you in the sky!</span></i></div></div>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689603284057676892.post-66208034031597434622010-05-23T10:30:00.001-07:002010-05-23T14:28:55.890-07:002005<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"><tbody><tr><td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"><div>Well::</div> <div>The year 2005 is a year that I really got to be inspired by Andrew. I met him at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Toah</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nipi</span> on a retreat that March. I was just coming to Christ and he was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">definitely</span> one of those who made the transition a lot easier.</div> <div>Later that year, he and his father Chuck baptised me.</div> <div>When I had nowhere to go that Thanksgiving, him and his family allowed me to sit and enjoy the day with them. It was one of the best holidays of my life.</div> <div> </div> <div>You left big shoes to fill, Andrew, and if more followed your warm example, this world would be a better place to live in.</div> <div>Stay Blessed,</div> <div>Damien Moye</div></td></tr></tbody></table>CRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649567600894864424noreply@blogger.com0