Celebrating the Life
Arthur F. Freeman, Jr.


"Lord, teach us to number our days."   -- Moses

Arthur's Message Board Arthur's Tribute Page Katherine's Tribute Page Katherine's Message Board
  Arthur's Photo Gallery Katherine's Photo Gallery  


~ Dr. Arthur F. Freeman, Jr. ~


July 25, 1917 - March 19, 2009
91 years of age


Donations may be made in Arthur's honor at
GFA.org or OMships.org

The Memorial service for Arthur Freeman was held in Vancouver on March 31st


After 65 years of marriage, Arthur and Katherine passed into eternity a mere 33 days apart!


Near the top of the page you will see links to more photos of Arthur, along with a
message board for you to leave your thoughts, feelings and fond memories of Arthur.
Katherine's tribute page, photo gallery and message board are also linked above.
You are about to meet two remarkable people...





  Generous giver of his time and resources. Studied follower of Jesus.
         Brilliant thinker. Reliable, honest man. Hard-worker. Defender of truth.
                Engaging teacher. Always left things better than how he had found them.
                       Encourager of hurting people. A student's best friend...


   Arthur F. Freeman, Jr. (1917 - 2009) passed into eternity a mere 33 days after his beloved Katherine went to heaven -- after 65 years of marriage. (Feel free to read her tribute once you are finished with Arthur's.)

   Arthur was raised in the Boston, Massachusetts region, the only child of Arthur and Vera Freeman. His parents wanted at least six children, but due to complications at his birth Vera could have no more.

   As the only son, dad grew up in an "adult" atmosphere, with responsibilities for taking care of his ailing mother. Early on he felt the desire to be a minister of the gospel. As a youngster he used to practice baptizing his friends in a nearby pond and performing practice funerals for his friend's dead pets. In the 12th Grade he felt a desire to be a teacher. He experienced the fulfillment of both vocations in his lifetime. 

t 14 years of age, dad accepted Jesus as his personal Savior (Nov 1931), as a result of a revival meeting at his church in North Abingdon. Dad had said, "I had been raised in a Christian home by godly parents, but after this encounter with Jesus there was a definite newness in my life and I felt I was a new creature in Christ." Dad was baptized one month later (Dec, 1931).

   Arthur worked for one of the first owners of Howard Johnson's Restaurant franchises in the mid-1930s. The gentleman who hired him was so impressed with his work ethic and excellent customer service that he offered Arthur the opportunity to go into business with him to open up other franchise opportunities in Massachusetts. A very tempting, lucrative offer, with long-range career implications.

Arthur F. Freeman, 1942
Graduate of Gordon College

Arthur's Photo Gallery

   But Arthur still had his sights on higher things. He wanted to become a pastor. He was an alternate choice to become a Rhodes scholar to study at Oxford (UK), but the primary choice was able to take advantage of this great honor. He enrolled in Gordon College, Wenham, MA. He jumped in with great passion studying the Scriptures and developing a solidly conservative, Biblically-based theological stance.

   The principal. The teacher.
   During his time at Gordon College, Katherine Schroeder caught Arthur's eye. One day he walked down to the laundry and sure enough, she just so happened to be at the laundry doing her clothes. He brought a bar of "Sweetheart" soap for her and asked for a date. She consented. This was an incredible coup, because there were many young men at Gordon who would have loved to date Katherine. He went on to become the senior class president and she was voted the college sweetheart. The stuff of fairy tales.

   Long story short, Arthur and beautiful Katherine were married in a small ceremony in Boston on a cold day on January 30th, 1944. (Katherine kept the bar of "Sweetheart' soap the rest of her life. We found it recently in her sock drawer.)

   Arthur became the pastor of a church in Gloucester. It was quite a theologically liberal congregation, but he preached the uncompromising gospel. The church couldn't afford to pay much, but a local fisherman made sure that they had a continual supply of fresh fish. It was an older congregation. In two years he performed over one hundred funerals of congregational members and the community at large. This took quite a toll on him. This was not what he had envisioned when he went into the ministry. Dad said, "This persuaded me to pursue teaching young people rather than burying their elders."  Arthur, Katherine and their new child, Nancy (born 1946) moved to Minnesota.

   He never lost his heart for ministry. Nancy remembers that when she was five to six years old, the family lived in Minneapolis, and Arthur would take her to the skid row street mission with him.  Several times a month, he would take his Bell and Howell movie projector and show Christian movies to the men at the city mission.

   The movie projector was Arthur's alternative to television.  He could borrow movies for free and would show them in churches, halls, etc. He loved slapstick comedy would laugh heartily. His favorites were Buster Keaton and Laurel and Hardy. When Arthur was principal at Litchfield Academy, there were many Saturdays that the young people would gather in his classroom to watch movies that he would show. 

  Stephen was born in 1951 in Minnesota and then the family moved to Litchfield (ME), where Joel was born in 1954. It was during the years in Litchfield that a stirring was renewed in Arthur's heart for Christian education. After three years in Litchfield, the Freeman family moved to Bridgeton (NJ) where Arthur took over a teaching principalship position at Bridgeton Christian School.

   While reading the "Prairie Overcomer" in 1959 (Bridgeton, NJ), the Holy Spirit impressed upon his heart to answer an ad requesting a high school teacher for the Prairie High School. In a matter of months he was accepted, and we made the momentous move to Alberta, Canada. Beth was born in 1960.

   He was very loved by students and staff at Prairie High School.  He became principal in 1960, providing leadership for the training of thousands of students and personally taught hundreds of students. Many of those students have since said, "As I look back on all of my teachers, Mr. Freeman was one of the most memorable. He was tough and expected a lot from us, but he was always fair."

   Here are some more recent example from some of his former students:

   "Your dad was in my top two favorite teachers and I give thanks to God for a life well-lived and a legacy that will long outlast him...Mr. Freeman was a GREAT teacher! Tough at times, but one of the few who treated us like adults. I owe him a lot. He was one teacher that I felt 'seen' by him...He was my absolute favourite teacher at Prairie....and yes, getting to his class was big, no longer immature kids like we were in the Grade 6 class!! We had arrived!"

   Here is a well-written (and funny) description written of him by one of his students:

   He remains vividly etched in my memory; a classic...alone among many good teachers.


   He had a stocky build of a retired football payer. His open, jovial face reflected an ongoing love affair with living. A mane of flowing, grey hair was swept behind his ears. Tinted wire rims straddled a bulbous nose under which a shadowy moustache protruded. Turtleneck sweaters replaced the traditional shirt and tie.


   We, as his students, were assured of his love. He cared enough to challenge us. He preached the gospel of personal responsibility. Repeatedly he thundered, “Abuse a privilege, lose a privilege.” Although his homework load was staggering, he expected and received our best. He was bent on mind expansion and took a special delight in stretching our narrow horizons to include unexplored frontiers. We soon shared his obsession for social studies and current events.


   He cared enough to confront us. It was 2:00 on a long Friday afternoon. Outside heat waves shimmered over the parched ground. He was at the board laboriously copying out class notes in his flourishing left hand scrawl. The pupils were silent except for Jim. At first he ignored the distraction. For a while he tolerated it. Finally, he exploded. Slashing the air with an accusing forefinger he yelled, “Jim, when do you ever shut up?” His face was ripe-tomato red. The throbbing veins of his forehead jutted out like ribs of a starving cow.


   A pregnant hush fell over the class at this uncharacteristic temper flash. All eyes were riveted on him. Slowly the taut facial muscles relaxed and his scowl vanished. He murmured, “I’ll bet you even talk in your sleep!” The class, including Jim, joined in hearty laughter.


   He taught me a lot. Thanks, Mr. Freeman

   Stephen Rendall, another student wrote of his experiences with his teacher. Click here for his hilarious and poignant view of Arthur Freeman. Another window will open on your computer.


   The one thing that I remember about Dad is his strong desire for all of his children to have a Christian education.  He withstood some extended family members and friends who pressured him otherwise, because he wanted us to have a Christian foundation for our lives.  Today, his children are all the product of that conviction in his life. 

   Arthur was a well-read man. There weren't many topics you could discuss, about which he didn't have some kind of knowledge. As a younger man his library was quite large, with many theological books and also other books covering a wide range of topics...including sports!

   As a young man Arthur had cultivated a great love for the Boston Red Sox that continued throughout his entire life. Every year he would say, "Always a bride's maid, never the bride." No one was more ecstatic than he when the Red Sox broke that 86-year-old "curse" in 2004 by winning the World Series.

   In Vancouver he fell in love with the Vancouver Canadians (AAA farm team for the Oakland Athletics). It was fun watching him fill in the score card as each player came to bat. He (Opa) and James (grandson) used to go to as many games as possible, especially when James was younger.

   Saying goodbye is always bitter sweet. We all have our ways. In later years Arthur had a distinct way of ending a phone call or a visit. If you visited Arthur or spoke with him on the phone, you know exactly what I am talking about. He would always say, "May God bless and KEEP you." -- with special emphasis on the word "keep."

May God
Bless and
Keep You

   He was a great lover of the history and the purpose of the Protestant Reformation and Martin Luther's role in it. "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God" (written and composed by Luther) was one of Arthur's favorite songs. He loved listening to a resounding orchestral piece, with regal organ music and a majestic choir. Played loudly and it would give you goose bumps. Feel free to take the time to ponder the words to the song (below).

   In his later years, Arthur volunteered his time for the last two years of L. E. Maxwell's life. He took him to doctor's appointments in Calgary and stayed with him for hours on end. They reminisced about a lot of things, but spent most of their time talking about the Scriptures and the Lord.

   One afternoon while visiting him a few years back I asked the question, "What has surprised you the most in your life?" He thought for a moment and then responded, " God's graciousness to us as a family." That says it all.

   "I have fought the good fight, and have finished the race. I have kept the faith.
Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord,
the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day -- and not only to me,
but also to all who have longed for His appearing."
      -- 2 Timothy 4:7

   Generational Legacy: What a godly heritage we have through both sets of grandparents -- dad's (Freeman's and Taylor's) and mom's (Peters' and Schroeder's)!  Dad's grandfather (Robie Freeman), was a deacon in his church. Dad's father (Arthur, Sr.) was also a deacon in the church, singing baritone in a gospel quartet. Dad credited his parents and godly grandparents (Taylors) who lived with them during their elderly years, as instilling in him a love for God's Word and spiritual things. Nancy, Steve, Joel and Beth pledge to continue the legacy...


   Here's what Beth wrote on March 20th: "Some sad and yet so sweet news to share with you all. Dad left us to be with Jesus yesterday at 7:20 (PST).  It’s been expected as his 3rd bout of pneumonia was not responding to treatment – it had even started to grow as family was in town for Moms memorial, but Dad was able to have several wonderful days of sitting up in a wheelchair (even walking “laps” on the parallel bars with a physiotherapist), fully engaged in conversation, smiling/laughing,  sucking back delicious milkshakes with gratifying superlatives after each swallow and giving us all wonderful memories. After family left town he had a few good days, but then the pneumonia started to show it’s growth again as the doctor predicted. Dad was able to listen to the audio version of Mom's memorial service yesterday and his response showed that he understood and appreciated who and what he was hearing.   There’s a lot more that could be said – it’s been quite a week and I know with a certainty that we have been held together by many faithful prayers and much love!   Dad has labored with breathing the last several days especially and hasn’t been able to swallow any food since Tuesday evening.   His communication attempts have been difficult to understand.  Dad responded to me early this afternoon though with a squeeze at what I had said to him and when I asked “was that for me Dad?” he squeezed a 2nd time.  
   Dad’s actual passing into eternity (by Beth) – I had come home for what was supposed to be an hour, but my planned dinner of soup from Marlene was still frozen solid so plan B was quickly cobbled together although James and I were not going to get there as soon as we’d planned.   Sutha and Varsha wanted to say goodbye to Opa so we picked them up on the way and arrived to see Bob Kirk already there – he also knew that Dad was in his last days, possibly last hours.   Bob, James and Sutha each had some alone time with Opa and we all spent time together around his bed.   A couple nurses came in to change his position and suction some secretions from Dad’s mouth (I’d not seen these secretions before so knew this was something new).   The position change no doubt did something internally as was the case when Mom left us – at this point both their bodies had so much fluid as organ shut down was in process.    When we went back into the room James went to speak to Dad and noticed his eyes were open a bit so I went so speak to him and then some physical signs of closing breaths began to happen and I ushered Dad into heaven with our blessing and much love.   Dad's offspring spoke to him today so we all had the opportunity to usher him into God’s presence and the awaiting party! 


 A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
 Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
 For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
 His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
 On earth is not his equal.

 Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
 Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
 Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
 Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
 And He must win the battle.

 And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
 We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
 The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
 His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
 One little word shall fell him.

 That Word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
 The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
 Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
 The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
 His kingdom is forever.



 Vignettes (verbal snapshots) of Arthur: 

  • Dad tearing articles out of the newspaper with his famous metal ruler, utilizing two rips per line -- a quick starter and a long finisher. He would sit at the kitchen table late into the evening with recent newspapers and magazines in a pile, while he tore out current event articles that would end up on the bulletin board in his Social Studies classroom early the next morning. Students would get a short quiz on what they had read that morning before class.

  • Dad's mindless whistling, warbling bird-like in nature, hitting every high note in between...always a half beat faster than normal tempo.

  • His famous question every evening after dinner, "Any cookies, cakes or pie?"

  • If Dad was frustrated over something, he would say, "Oh piffle" -- the closest he ever came to cussing.

  • Listening to the White Sisters, George Bevery Shea, Men of Song, Ambassador Quartet and others on the Sears Silvertone HiFi.

  • Handing out "Have A Nice Day" tracts to anyone he came in contact with.

  • Dad grading papers while nibbling on smelly blue cheese and crackers.

  • A special impromptu dad moment for Joel: Getting a fisherman's knife from dad. It wasn't Christmas and it wasn't my birthday. It was a "just because" gift. It was purchased from the Smiling Cow shop, Boothbay Harbor (ME). I loved that knife.

  • A special moment for Steve: Getting tonsils out (age 11). Fainting after the operation. Upon regaining consciousness, Steve found himself cradled lovingly and tenderly in dad's arms.

  • Stirring up a Hires root beer concoction in the bathtub. Bottling it. Placing a raisin in each bottle for extra oomph. Freeman family assembly line at its best. Delectable brew! One year PBI President (Ted Rendall) received a bottle as a gift. To dad's great  embarrassment (and to our perverse delight) the bottle exploded in his pantry. Mr. Rendall had aged it too well. Bootleg root beer, with raisin, had proven to be too powerful a brew.

  • During the fierce Alberta winters, Dad was fond of adding the "wind chill factor" to the already cold Canadian temperatures. Thus, a -25º Fahrenheit thermometer reading, coupled with a 15 mph wind, would bring the temperature down to an actual -51º Fahrenheit -- with a frostbite time of about 10 minutes! Today, the local weathermen do the calculating for us. After Celsius came in vogue in Canada, dad would remind us of the formula for changing Fahrenheit to Celsius.

  • Dad loved animals and we always had pets ranging from a parakeet and several hamsters to dogs and cats. Here are some of their names: Peggy (Dad's family dog throughout his adolescence and young adult years. Black mongrel cocker spaniel), Piney (wild Maine cat), Snooper (battling grey tabby cat that ran away for greater adventure), Val (car-chaser), Terry (terrier), Middie (crafty little human ankle biter), Gypsy (German Shepard), Lady (one of Mr. Yule's terrific Irish Setters), Tippy (border collie), Herky (little big man complex -- terrier/Chihuahua mix), and finally...Sir Jeffrey (Beth's semi-cat/semi-dog Shih Tzu). Sir Jeffrey was a great source of joy and comfort to dad in his final years.

  • If terrible penmanship is a sign of intelligence, dad was a stone-cold genius! His hand-writing was unintelligible. I mean, it was atrocious!!! His signature had a big "A" and everything else looked like a bunch of orderly scribbles. His typing wasn't much better. He learned under the Sears H&P System (Hunt and Peck).

"Hey youse, I gots some cement
shoes. One size fits all."

Take Your Pick
1. this is Arthur's brief "gansta-wannabe" period. 2. he is on his way to a Halloween Party dressed up as Al Capone.
(Where's the violin case?)



~ Stephen Freeman's Memories ~


   My father passed away one month after my mother's glorious entry. If the Lord tarries my dear wife Pamela and I would like to transcend similarly from this earth to the heavenly dimension together as my dear parents did.


   The last few weeks I spent with my father are some of the most precious memories I have. I was able to completely achieve a father son wholeness that had been growing since the day I became a committed Christian. You who lived at Prairie Bible Institute in the late 60's remember that I was quite rebellious and was expelled from Prairie High School in 1968 while my father was the principal of the school. My father then felt compelled to resign from Prairie because of my expulsion. Two years later when I had graduated from another high school in the U.S., my parents returned to their cherished home at Prairie. For many years my mother prayed for a complete healing between dad and me "to restore the years that the locust had eaten" (Joel 2:25). God, over the years, lovingly restored and knit us together in love, Col. 2:2. The Lord completed the final 5% of the work in the last 2 1/2 weeks I had the privilege of spending with my father while he was in his hospital bed after my mothers passing. 

   My heart yearns for the time when I can get to know my parents fully in eternity. To go way beyond just being a son but to get to know them as peers, friends-contemporary compadres. I look at youthful pictures of my father and mother and I say to myself there is a jaunty couple that I'd like to really get to know better. Wow, the extreme possibilities of an eternity with no night and a glorified perfect body surrounded by the presence of an all loving, enabling Heavenly Father. The things of earth grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace. How true! This is God's plan. As the welcoming committee of our dear loved ones grows in heaven the more we long to be there.

   Some of the fondest memories of my father involved dessert. We had a food feud in our home. Mom was a health nut and dad was a dessert fiend. We kids always clamored, I'm on dad's side spare us the carrot, beat, and turnip juice with brewers yeast on the side and pass us dad's root beer floats and chocolate cake. It was mom's regimen though that allowed dad to enjoy many extra years of desserts.

   Beth lovingly prepared ice cream milkshakes for dad in his last weeks as he was on a prescribed thickened liquid diet. It was wonderful for us to watch dad right up to his last days enjoying his delicious frozen ice dream treat.

L to R: Stephen Freeman, Nancy (Freeman) Brown,
Joel Freeman, Beth (Freeman) Hankinson -- 2007
[ His children honor his memory and legacy ]

   Beth secretly blended in some healthy "mom-like" goodies: avocado (don't judge until you try it), yogurt and fruit. Beth (one in whom there is no guile) had to tell dad after a few shakes what she was doing. Dad responded in a half-serious manner, "Why did you have to tell me that for? Are you trying to ruin this for me?" Dad, a former English teacher, enthusiastically uttered some stupendous superlatives after each long satisfying pull on the straw. This gratifying reaction made it worth it all.


   My favorite Prairie memory was going to Pine Lake in the summer with dad and enjoying the rustic but not too rough life. Being electric free, we hauled our own water and coal and would wake up in the cool mornings with the wonderful aroma of the fire and dad's fried bacon, pancakes & eggs.


   At night there were no distractions of a television as we made popcorn, played Flinch, and enjoyed each others company around the fire. We finally had a relaxed dad all to ourselves as he was disconnected from the busy schedule of being a principal and Prairie board of directors member. We so enjoyed fishing for Northern pike, perch and shooting gophers on the land in front of the cabins. Then in the winter we would go back again and make a slick icy fast bob sled run through the whole camp right down to the lake. Dad towed Joel and I on our toboggans over the frozen ice behind our old faithful 1954 blue Ford station wagon. Once, dad, who was normally so cautious really scared the pants off of us as he raced wildly at 50 mph across the lake.

   Dad's favorite pass time was baseball. He over the years saw many all time greats like Babe Ruth, Joe Di Maggio, Ted Williams, Stan Musial, Lou Gehrig, and Mickey Mantle play ball. He took my brother and I to Fenway Park to see his beloved Boston Red Sox and when we lived in So. New Jersey we went to Connie Mack Stadium to see the Philadelphia Phillies play. In 2004 when the Red Sox broke the 86 year old curse of the Bambino, I told dad, age 87, he was free to go to heaven now as he had lived long enough to see the Boston miracle. Dad lived long enough to see the Red Sox win the series again in 2007.


   Dad took me to my little league games when we lived in NJ and cheered for me from the stands. We normally would get an ice cream cone on the way home whether I won or lost. Dad would hit grounders to me and fly balls for fielding practice and let me hit the same back to him.  Then he would let me do what I really desired, and that was to pitch to him. With dad it was fundamentals first and then fun.


   Dad led us in family devotions at every dinner hour. Dad always encouraged me to have my own private time of devotions. I remember my dad encouraging me to be a disciple and follower of Christ.


   With dad's home going my siblings and I are now "fatherless orphans." I know God has a special heart for us that are fatherless or orphans. So I took out my concordance for some special words of encouragement and this is what I found. Under Levitical law God had a program of protection, provision, and blessing for the fatherless. Deut. 14:29, 16:10-11, 24:17, 24:19-22, 26:12-13, 27:19. Psalm 10:14 says that God is the helper of the fatherless.


   My favorite verse is Psalm 68:5 which states that God is a Father to the fatherless. This is what I asked God for the night dad went to heaven. I asked since he had taken my father to be with Him I needed Him to be my Heavenly Father in a whole new earthly way. Here is the precious promise to all of us who have lost our earthly fathers. He is our Father now on a whole new personal and very intimate level of compassion and love. John 14:18 Jesus said, "I will not leave you as orphans, I will come to you". I am claiming these verses. I am saying to God, since you took my father to be with You I will call it a fair deal if you become more of a Father presence in my life, and send Jesus to be with me as promised to boot.


   I miss you dad. I will miss your weekly chats and prayers. In the last year my father would always end our conversations with this blessing on my life:


                                      The Lord bless thee and keep (emphasis on keep) thee:

                                      The Lord make His face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:
                                      The Lord lift up His countenance upon thee, and give thee peace. AMEN   -- Numbers 6:24-26

   Thank you both of my fathers for this blessing and benediction on my life. Dad I'll be with you soon and forever. I Love you


                Your son,

   Stephen Taylor Freeman XOXO



~ Nancy Freeman Brown's Memories ~

   All of us have only one birth father in our lives, and I am grateful for the man of  truth and conviction God chose to be my Father.  Whenever my Father sensed the foundations of Christianity were being eroded, he would always stand for the old landmarks of truth from the Word of God.  So many memories tumble through the mind at a time like this.   


   Here are a few I remember about my life with Dad.

Dad loved to walk fast! I remember as a little five year old trying to keep up with Daddy’s big steps on the sidewalks of Minneapolis as we walked to the rescue mission for the weekly movie presentation.


Dad loved ice cream!  In the mid 50’s, every time we took a shopping trip to Lewiston, ME, Dad would buy a half gallon of ice cream, and we would divide it up in bowls in the car for a special treat. 


Dad always preached with intensity, because he believed what he was preaching.


Dad always made certain that I never received any special favors above other young people when he taught me in school.


I will always remember the day Dad drove our family to the train station in Calgary, Alberta, and we bade our sad farewells as I left for college in Ohio.


While in college, I always received a weekly letter from Dad, Mom or both.


Dad called the superintendent in Litchfield, ME, got me my first teaching interview.  I was hired!


Dad loved my husband!  First time, Dad met my husband, he encouraged him to take me out and teach me how to drive.  A year later, Dad married me to this wonderful man.


Dad made weekly phone calls to keep in touch with us.

Dad loved slapstick comedy!  He would rent movies of Laurel and Hardy and others so that he could show them at Litchfield Academy on Saturdays where we would all have a fun time laughing together. He had a distinctive, infectious belly laugh.


It was a sweet time in the hospital a few weeks ago when together we shared  memories for the last time on earth.



   Dad took his family responsibilities seriously and deeply loved his children.  I will forever be thankful for my Dad, because he was hand picked by God for me



Arthur's Favorite Verses

And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus. -- Philippians 4:19

Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father, except through me." -- John 14:6


Click on Katherine's image to visit
her tribute page. She went to heaven
about 33 days before Arthur arrived.
You are about to meet a Godly woman.



   If you have not made your peace with God, Arthur would boldly tell you that this life is but a short period of time. He would then invite you to ask Jesus (the true Reason for living) to come into your life and heart and to take over. “Jesus, I realize that I am a sinner and that You died on the cross as payment for my sins. Please forgive me and accept me just as I am. I receive you into my life right now as my Personal Savior. Fill me with your Holy Spirit. I want to live for You -- for the rest of my life.”


   Arthur passed from this place we all call "reality" and entered into another realm. One split second later he could attest to a remarkable reality -- making peace with the Lord is the most important gift anyone can receive at this time of year. Arthur is absent from his earthly body and present with the Lord. What a triumphant homecoming for a life well-lived! By the way, how large was the choir of angels awaiting his arrival? Has he already checked out his mansion (with a full library of books)?




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