Thursday, June 11, 2015

Marshall Ferguson - 1933 - 2015 (81 Years - three score and ten plus 11)

Marshall D. (“Marty”) Ferguson, 81, of Gap, PA, passed peacefully from death into life on Saturday morning, June 6, 2015.  He was the husband of Lois J. Berkheimer Ferguson and the son of the late John Edward and Stella Victoria Myers Ferguson.  Born in Pikeville, TN, he was the first of his family to graduate from high school (Bledsoe County High School, TN, class of 1952) and attend college (Tennessee Temple College, Chattanooga, TN).  He joined the Marine Reserves before serving our great country in the United States Army from 1954 to 1956, stationed in Tokyo, Japan.  Marshall was a member of Calvary Monument Bible Church, Paradise, PA.  He retired from Lukens Steel Company in 1998 after 37 years of faithful service.  Marshall enjoyed hunting and fishing in his early years. In later years, golfing became his hobby and he was a member of the Lukens Golf Team.  He loved music and had a contagious laugh.  Despite the disease that robbed his mind and body, Marshall is now whole and complete in heaven with his Savior, Jesus Christ.  In addition to his wife of nearly 59 years, he is survived by his 3 children: Barry L., husband of Cynthia (Westcott) Ferguson of Lititz, Larry J., husband of Debra (Pearson) Ferguson of Lancaster, Kimberly J., wife of Peter Anderson of New Holland, 8 grandchildren: Heather Fleetman, (wife of Dr. Joshua Fleetman), Jill Lantz (wife of Mr. Taylor Lantz), David, Jonathan, & Joshua Ferguson; Emily, Tyler, & Carly Anderson; 1 great-grandson, Gavin Fleetman (and another soon to be born); a brother: Virgil G., husband of Grace (DeBord) Ferguson of Crossville, TN, and a sister-in-law, Jean (Birdwell) Ferguson of Jasper, TN, as well as many nieces, nephews, cousins and relatives across the country. He was preceded in death by 11 siblings; 6 brothers:  Russell, Beachel, John, Joseph, Edward, Mitchell and 5 sisters: Luella Hixson, Viola Frazier, Berta Ewing, Frances Ruth Ferguson, Cora Collins. Marshall’s family deeply appreciates the care and concern shown him during his stay at Zerbe Sister’s Nursing Home.  Contributions can be made in his honor to Compassionate Care Hospice, 1513 Cedar Cliff Drive, Suite 100, Camp Hill PA 17011 or Calvary Monument Bible Church Missions Fund, 1660 Mine Road, Paradise, PA 17562.  

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Saturday, June 6, 2015

Commencement: June 6, 2015

Heaven's gates opened just at break of day for my beloved father to enter.

It has been raining here all week.  But this morning, as the darkness faded into the light of a new day, I watched the eastern sky and saw the promise of sunshine.

I was with my dad when he passed from this life into REALLY living.
Sacred.
Peaceful.
Victorious.
He is now absolutely free from this disease and from this dark world.

How many times must he have sung:

Some glad morning when this life is over, 
I'll fly away.
To a home on God's celestial shore,
I'll fly away.
I'll fly away, O Glory, I'll fly away.
When I die, hallelujah by and by, 
I'll fly away.

Every single word proved true.  Amen.


Today was my daughter's high school graduation.  God was so gracious in his perfect timing.  God answered so many prayers in his gentle, tender way of calling Dad home.
My dad always said he wanted to live to see his grandkids graduate from high school.  Out of 8 grands, only my children are still in school.  Today Dad is more alive and aware than he's ever been! Poppy got to see Emily graduate.



Two graduations in one day.  They call it "commencement."  Commencement means the start, the beginning.  How true!  This is only the start, Dad, now you will truly begin to live!
God is good.


Friday, June 5, 2015

The best is yet to come

There's a story of a dear older lady facing death who met with her pastor to discuss her final arrangements.  She told him that she wanted her body to be laid out in the casket with a fork in her hand.  That seemed an odd request to the minister, but he quickly understood when she gave her explanation:
"At church pot luck dinners, after the main course is served, Pastor, you always tell us to keep our forks for dessert because the best is yet to come.  I want people to know that this dying business is not the end, because for me, heaven awaits and truly, the best is yet to come."

I know that to be true for Dad as well.  This is not all there is.  This life is simply a cloudy shadowing of what is to come.
For Dad, glory awaits.  Heaven's glory.  Glory with his Lord and Savior.  The time for dad to step into eternity is upon us.  Why would we try to hold him here?
I read this verse on a recent Monday morning; God speaking directly to my cry to him just the night before!
"We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord."
2 Corinthians 5:8
Dad used to quote that very verse:  "To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord."
Amen!

I catch my breath with anticipation when I dwell on the fact that in a very short time, my dad will see Jesus face to face!  (And family members, the Apostle Paul, Martin Luther--but will those people even matter compared to the Savior?!)You know, all this death and dying business is not the end; it is just the beginning!  We talk of babies still in the womb as "pre-born." What dad is experiencing now---morphine, "End of Life" and comfort measures---it's really "pre-living."  Heaven will be truly living; this is just the preliminary!

How do I know this to be true?  How do I know Dad will be in heaven soon?  Simply put from that line in the the children's song: "for the Bible tells me so."
"He who has the Son has life, he who does not have the Son of God does not have life."  1 John 5:12
Dad heard the gospel:  that he was a sinner in need of a Savior, that Jesus died on the cross to save Marshall Delano Ferguson, defeating sin and death, and he believed it!
"Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved."  Romans 10:13
Dad listened to and obeyed the Holy Spirit's prompting his heart to leave his seat to walk down the aisle at the little church on a Tennessee dirt road across from his sister Luella's house in the early 1940s.  (And he took his little brother with him...!)  And that "going forward" didn't save him, it was only an outward sign of what was going on inside, of what he believed in his heart--to turn from his sin and trust Jesus Christ for "I have decided to follow Jesus."

I remember finding slides one day in a box on the bookshelf at the end of my parents' living room.  Holding one up to the light, I was surprised to see a young-adult version of my dad surrounded by grade-school aged boys and even more surprised to have my "who is this?" question answered with "that's your dad with the Bible study boys he taught in Japan."  How encouraging to know my dad was engaged and involved with living out his faith in those late-teen years!

Dad wasn't perfect.  Sometimes he didn't do very well living for Jesus.  But as we stand on the threshold of eternity, Dad's faith will become sight very soon.  He will soon enter into his rest and reward.  Oh how glorious!  It is not death, after all, but truly life!

It is not death to die!




Saturday, April 11, 2015

Hospice

It's time.
I've had so long to prepare, yet my heart still lurched with the news.

"Your dad will begin receiving hospice care."

It looks like I'm not going to get the miracle healing in the way I was hoping for.  We are both surprised at my emotion, but my husband reminds me that this IS healing.  Perfect healing, complete healing, heavenly healing.
My heart selfishly longs for Dad to be a part of my life now.  To see my oldest daughter going to prom, to see her off to college in the fall.  "Chicago is so far away; are you sure you want to go there?" I can just imagine hearing him say that.  To see my son in his martial arts uniform, with the ironed-on patch of the American flag flanking the Japanese flag and hear more stories of the army days when Dad was stationed in Japan.  To see my youngest daughter so full of life and energy.  I can guess Dad would comment about how busy she is, how vivacious she is, like he used to say to me, "You have young legs...your ol' Pop-a-lop is wearing out."
It's true.  His body is wearing out.
This talk of Memorial Services and Hospice Care and final arrangements...it's for my co-worker's mother and my first cousin's husband battling colon cancer.  Now we are joining those ranks.  Oh, I want to do this well!  A sweet friend, after losing both of her aging parents within a short time, asked if I would pray that she would grieve well.  That's what I want, too!  To grieve well.  That we would finish well.  That my dad's life and how we, as his family, handle his death would be a testimony of God's goodness, God's faithfulness.
This song was playing on the kitchen radio as I relayed this most recent news to my family.  Thank you, Lord, for this reminder:

Never once did we ever walk alone
Never once did You leave us on our own
You are faithful, God, You are faithful  (Never Once by Matt Redman)

Monday, April 6, 2015

Because of Easter

If I were a disciple at the time of Christ's death, what would I be like on Good Friday?  On the next day, that lonely Sabbath day?  What about on Resurrection morning?
Would I be filled with despair at the cross, watching him die?  Not turning out the way I though it would....Would I remember Jesus's words to "destroy the temple and rebuild it in three days"?  Would I understand?  And what about that "in-between day"? Would I be in hiding with the other disciples, fearing for my life---if they killed my Master, could it happen to me?  Or would I be encouraging the others to not give up hope: Jesus IS who he said he was--he will return!  Would I be filled with anticipation and excitement?  And very early on the first day of the week when the stone was rolled away and the tomb empty---would I say skeptically "did this really happen"?  Or would I say confidently, "I KNEW this would happen"!!!  He IS alive!



Here I am a disciple, a Christ-follower, now, in the 21st century.  And as I watch my father walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I watch him struggle, and I am faced with similar questions.  Do I really believe what I say I believe?  I have been pouring over Scriptures in my quiet times lately:

"But if it is preached that Christ has been raised from the dead, how can some of you say that there is no resurrection of the dead?  If there is no resurrection of the dead then not even Christ has been raised.  And if Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith...and your faith is futile and you are still in your sins."  (1 Cor 15:12-18)

So then, what's the point?  My faith would be useless, futile, if it all ended with the cross on Good Friday---and it wouldn't be a very GOOD Friday after all!  That Jesus died and that's it.  The author, Paul, continues, "But Christ,"---But Christ.  (Oh, there's more!!)  "BUT CHRIST has indeed been raised from the dead, the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep"!!  (1 Cor 15:20) Hallelujah!


"Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised again on the third day according to the Scriptures, and that he appeared to Peter, and then to the Twelve.  After that, he appeared to more than five hundred of the brothers at the same time."  (as well as James, all the apostles, and even to the writer, Paul, himself.)  1 Cor 15: 3-8  People saw the Risen Lord!  500 eyewitnesses!!  Some even touched the nail marks in his hands and feet.

I recently viewed the Hollywood Film "Heaven is For Real"---rather fitting in light of my personal circumstances---where a four year old boy has a near-death experience and visits heaven.  In the movie, over much controversy if this tale is believable, one character states something like, "I see, therefore I believe."
In the Bible, the Resurrected Jesus told Thomas to stop doubting and believe!  "Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed."  (John 20:26-29)  Isn't that true faith?  Believing without seeing?  Hebrews 11:1 says, "Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see."

Jesus raised his friend, Lazarus, from the dead.  But before he did so, Jesus had a conversation with Lazarus' sister, Martha.
"I am the resurrection and the life.  He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die.  Do you believe this?"
"Yes, Lord," she told him, "I believe that you are the Christ, the Son of God, who was to come into the world."  (John 11:25-27)

So because Jesus IS the resurrection and the life, there is HOPE!  Isn't that what we all long for, HOPE?
And I don't mean "I hope this is true."  I mean "this is true, therefore I have hope!"  I have hope that God's promises are true:




Isaiah 25:8 [The Lord Almighty] will swallow up death forever.  The Sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears from all faces; he will remove the disgrace of his people from all the earth.

Hosea 13:14 "I will ransom them {these people, O Israel} from the power of the grave, I will redeem them from death.  
Where, O death, are your plagues?
Where, O grave, is your destruction?"  

1 Cor 15:54-56 Death has been swallowed up in victory.
Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.  But thanks be to God!  He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
     

Christ is risen from the dead
We are one with him again
Come awake, come awake!
Come and rise up from the grave

Oh death! Where is your sting?
Oh hell! Where is your victory?
Oh Church! Come stand in the light!
The glory of God has defeated the night!
("Christ is Risen" by: Matt Maher)




So for me and my dad:  Because of Easter, because Jesus lives, there is hope!  There is hope for today and hope for tomorrow!

 
            "Because He Lives" By: Bill Gaither
God sent His son, they called Him, Jesus;
He came to love, heal and forgive;
He lived and died to buy my pardon,
An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives!

Chorus
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,
Because He lives, all fear is gone;
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living,
Just because He lives!

And then one day, I'll cross the river,
I'll fight life's final war with pain;
And then, as death gives way to victory,
I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives!

Chorus
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,
Because He lives, all fear is gone;
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living,
Just because He lives!




Another inspiring song "Because He Lives" by: Matt Maher!

Friday, March 27, 2015

Tokyo 1954 -1956 - Brothers who served


Dad was stationed in Tokyo, Japan for about 15 months around 1954-1956.  
He was based at the US Headquarters of Intelligence under General Maxwell Taylor. He had a high level of security clearance working in cryptology.  This photo was taken during that time when Dad was given permission to drive a staff car belonging to General Maxwell Taylor forty miles south of Tokyo to Atsugi where his brother, Joe was serving in the United Sates Marine Corp.    

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

98 pounds

He didn't even open his eyes as my tear fell silently on his sleeve, making the royal blue an even darker hue.  I lifted the shell of his frame to put my arm underneath him as Carly and I climbed into his bed.  There are no responses anymore.  Our moments together are one-sided, for just me.  He doesn't know I'm there, but I do.  I can still love on him, hold his hand, kiss his forehead.  Like his mind, his body is now simply wasting away. 98 pounds.  I don't know what to think, what to feel, except sadness.  Such deep sadness.