From the monthly archives: November 2010
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I have been thinking about starting a podcast. The first thing I wanted to know was how to get all the plugins and folders set up. It has been two grueling days of trial and error. I am very pleased to say I have successfully installed my Audio Player on my own.
With appreciation to plugin developer Martin Laine and musician Aislinn whose music I’ve used while trying out the plugins.
This was written by Doreen Myers Wirsig (Ruth Myers’ daughter) in response to my post and comments by others on FaceBook
I’m Ruth’s daughter (hi Angel! – so good to read your comments.) My mother died peacefully yesterday as my brother, Brian, was reading I Corinthians 15.
He had been reading through the Psalms for an hour or so. It’s hard to put to words what she looked like. It was as though, with her eyes closed, the Scriptures of her Beloved were bearing her up as on eagles wings.
Then, not knowing she was about to go, he turned to I Cor. 15. With “sown perishable, raised imperishable” , she opened her eyes. He read on. After verse 34, Brian said, “Mom, do you remember this next verse? It’s on Daddy’s tombstone in Hong Kong.” That was 50 years ago…
She turned her eyes; they came to life and focused on his. As he read the verse – “Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” – she breathed her last.
There were a few gentle movements, and she was gone. He had just gotten to the middle of the next verse, which he then read: “Thanks be to God Who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
The following verse, the last in the chapter, is for all of us who are left behind. He read, “Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.”
After this there was a golden silence; then Brian put his hand on her brow and said,
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.
We are certain that the Lord’s face was shining on her at that very moment! This is the blessing we know she would want to leave for all of you as well.
We are so relieved for her! She is in heaven with Daddy (Dean Denler), Dad (Warren Myers), her sister Mary, and her best love, Jesus.
Dean Denler, Ruth Barnett, Mary Barnett, and Gene Denler (l to r) met in Bible college.
Ruth and Warren were married in 1968 and spent the next couple of years in Ames, Iowa, serving as Mid-West regional leaders.
Her viewing will be from 4-7 pm on Sunday, November 14, at the Mountain view funeral home in Colorado Springs. Her memorial service will be at 10 am, Monday, November 15, in the Great Hall of the Glen Eyrie Castle.
Read The Navigators’ Tribute – Ruth Myers Enters into Never-ending Days of Praise
In the 70s, a couple moved into my neighbourhood in Siglap. They threw a housewarming party. The teenagers in my neighbourhood went and of course I made sure I was among them. It was there that my friendship with the Myers began and grew over the years.
Warren and Ruth Myers became good friends with my family. Their home became my hiding place. They travelled a lot. Whenever they were away, I would write to Ruth. I always made it a point to keep photocopies of my rantings to her because the letters formed part of my journals.
One time, I had forgotten to make a copy of my letter. I asked Ruth if I could borrow it back. I was surprised and amazed. She had made markings on my letter as reminders to pray about the things I told her about.
Another time, Ruth wrote me a letter. It had many starts and stops. She said she had been carrying the airletter around – her half-written letters – one for her son, one for her daughter, and one for me. It wasn’t only that she was family to me, but that I was family to her!
A few days ago, I got the news that she had had a fall and was critically ill and in the last few days / hours of her life. The email came a few minutes ago that she had gone to be with Jesus.
When my sister passed away in 2002, Ruth wrote,”Our momentary loss, her unspeakable gain.” And that is what I feel today.
Today I celebrate the life of my mentor, “mother,” and friend, Ruth Myers. She went home to be with Jesus on 8 November 2010, a day short of her late husband Warren’s birthday. She was 82. I thank God for the blessing and privilege of being loved by her.
