Here Was A Man - A Tribute To Don Baugh

 

Don Norman Baugh
July 19, 1940 - January 29, 2021

By David R. Kenney

 

Our family moved from Weirton, WV to Centralia, IL the summer of 1980. The first half of 1980 was difficult on our family, and we were looking for a fresh start. It was a difficult move for me as a thirteen-year-old, but it was difficult for the entire family. Still, in the course of time we would call Centralia home for several years even after my parents moved away and I was married.  

A family we became close to at the 161 Church of Christ (so-called by IL Route 161 which passes in front of the building) was Don and Mary Baugh. They lived at 2 Bel Air Drive, and I still think of them every time I pass that street though I have not been down it in decades. The Baugh’s house was near the end of a cul-de-sac and had seen a lot of young people and all kinds of interesting events that come with them. Though I never saw the neighbors across the street, I flattened their metal trash cans with my car backing into their driveway on more than one occasion. I am sure they did not appreciate that. I am also sure that they did not care for my car horn blaring in the middle of the night for no reason. Blaring that awakened Don Baugh to come out in his pajama bottoms and disconnect the malfunctioning horn.

When I was in Junior High School, I rode the bus to school. But when I entered Centralia High School there was no bus to come to our road to pick us up. No matter. I walked over to Barbara Martin’s place and waited with her son Johnny (my future brother-in-law) to catch a ride with him and his Uncle Don. Johnny told me on more than one occasion that his Uncle Don was more of a father to him than his own. I would understand more in time. Don and Mary have three boys: Russell, Doug, and Wade. I was privileged to know all of them to one degree or another, but when we moved to Centralia only Wade was living at home. Johnny was their fourth brother and son to Don. It is a relationship that has endured, grown, and strengthened. So much so, I only refer to Johnny as “brother-in-law” for the sake of accuracy in writing. When he married my sister, he became the brother I never had but will always cherish regardless of circumstance.

When we all first met, we were teenagers in the Teenage Bible Class. We were wearied with class books and fill-in-the-blank lesson plans. Don was one of our teachers along with David Davenport and Steve Donahoo. I think they were the only three courageous enough to take the class. We wanted to study the Bible directly without a class book. Don Baugh was prepared for such a task, equipped with his copy of Halley’s Bible Handbook. It was his go-to source on various questions relating to the books of the Bible we studied. He liked to pronounce his name “Hawley” but we were taught “Hailey” as the correct pronunciation. If there was a question he could not answer, he would say “Let’s consult Mr. Hawley!” Don fielded our questions and we learned. I will always think of him and when I examine my copy of Halley’s Bible Handbook.

There was a time when the Baughs were considering relocating to Colorado soon after we arrived. I was very saddened by this because we had already become close to them. It was an agonizing wait to see what would happen, but they remained at 2 Bel Air Drive for many years before moving to Holiday Shores, IL. Don was born in Texas, and they came to Illinois from Hobbs, NM which is where Mary and her sister, Barbara, were from. I have heard so many stories relating to Hobbs, NM that I felt like I have been there. Don worked for Shell Oil Company when we met him. He was on the front-end of a lot of computer work that would be some time before we would learn in school. I recall one of the signs he had hanging in his home office “To err is human, but to really foul things up requires a computer.” One of my favorite pictures of him resides in my memory. It is a picture of him in a repair shop of sorts with all kinds of gadgets, equipment, TVs, electronics, etc. surrounding him. I was convinced he could fix anything, and I have never been proven wrong. And we put him to the test!

When our family moved across town to the Central City area, we had to cut wood for heat. We never had to do that before. No matter! Don would bring a pickup truck, chain saws, Johnny, and Wade. Dad and I would go with them to cut down the trees for firewood. I believe Don taught my father how to operate a chain saw, as he never had occasion to use one. There were several early days with your breath blowing in the cold air as the chainsaws ran and we picked up the pieces for the truck. Then, there was taking it all back to the house where we ran a log splitter to split and stack the wood. It was hard work, but it was enjoyable work. Some may be tempted to call it “manly work,” but not Don Baugh. No, he would exclaim it was "Manly work, period!"

He referred to his wife, Mary, in one of two terms of affection: Squaw or Woman. It was a sight to see them interact. Mary ran a babysitting operation at the house. The road often seemed crowded with parents bringing their kids to their place to catch the bus then pick them up there after school. Some were too young for school, so they were put to work around the house with various chores. Sure, there was TV to watch and fun to be had too. The house was always bustling with activity.

I remember Mary was the first one to make me spaghetti with mushrooms in it. I thought it was great, but my dad was not a fan of mushrooms and he detested garlic. Mom cooked to dad’s standard of taste. I recall Don having mom’s version of chili once. He blurted out “This is not chili. It’s chili soup!” He was right, but that was the way dad liked it.

Don and Mary were father and mother (or uncle and aunt) to many young people who were not blood related. For some, they may have been their second mother or father. They were quite a team who used their talents to the benefit of others. There is no way to know how many people they have helped along the way.

Don had a wonderful sense of humor. Some stories I could tell here but I will refrain except for one which was my dad’s favorite. We had a huge yard to mow in Central City including a trench (or moat) in the front. Dad asked mom to put the riding mower away, as he had to open the church building up for a program. Mom looked and supposed dad had missed a section of the yard out front. Well, she buried the riding mower to the deck attempting to mow it! She decided to call Mary Baugh. “No problem,” Mary said. “I’ll pull it right out with the van.” Mary buried the van down to the axle. She called Don out to help. Don came out, examined the situation, and exclaimed “You crazy women!” The next day a farmer and his tractor tried to get the van out, but it became stuck too! It took a wrecker and a driver smart enough to stay on the paved road to pull them all out! It was one of my dad’s favorite stories to tell, but Mary and mom don’t enjoy the telling as much.

The last time I saw Don was on February 1, 2015. It was a difficult year, as my father died of brain cancer the month prior. Don and Mary had come all the way to Martinsburg, WV to be with my parents for their 50^th Wedding Anniversary celebration a few weeks prior so I had just seen them. Johnny had told me that I should not be surprised to see Don and Mary come hear me preach at Tri-City Church of Christ that Sunday. I sometimes preach there on my way to attend the Freed-Hardeman University Bible Lectureship. I was delighted to see them. Don came up to me afterwards and shook my hand. Now, I favor my father in not only physical appearance but in voice and mannerisms. In fact, we would often fool Mary on the phone when she called thinking she was speaking to the other person. Don shook my hand and said “I wanted to hear your father preach just one more time. Today, I got my wish.”

Don contracted cancer once again. His health began a steady decline. We often wanted to go and see Don and Mary, but there just was not time. Then, when the pandemic came, we would be too much of a risk to his health to come. Don Baugh was one of the greatest Christian men I have ever known, and I look forward to seeing him again.

 

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Don N. Baugh, 80, passed away at 3:49am on Friday, January 29, 2021, at his residence. He was born on July 19, 1940, in San Angelo, Texas, the son of the late John Norman and Zula Lee (Duvall) Baugh. He married Mary Bryant on July 26, 1958, in Hobbs, New Mexico, and she survives. Other survivors include four sons and a daughter in law: Russell and Kim Baugh of Holiday Shores, Doug Baugh of Holiday Shores, Wade Baugh of Centralia, Illinois, John Martin of Centralia, Illinois, and daughter and son in law: Susan and Jason Petrea of Centralia, Illinois, ten grandchildren, eleven great grandchildren, one brother: Dennis Baugh of Hobbs, New Mexico and one sister Norma Lee Baugh-Riley of Hobbs, NM, in addition to many beloved nieces, nephews, family and friends.

 

He met Mary Bryant at the drive-in in Hobbs, NM where they both worked in 1958. Don also worked in construction in his younger days, in addition to Texas-Tech in Lubbock, TX, and the phone company in Brownfield, TX. Don was employed for over thirty-three years as a communication and computer technician for Shell Pipeline in various locations starting in Springfield, MO, then in Wood River, Centralia (Patoka), and finally back in Wood River, IL. He retired from Shell Pipeline in 1999. He was a member of the Church of Christ where he was active as an elder and teacher, always focusing on helping those in need. He was active in supporting the work of several missions, as well as hurricane and flood relief. He and his wife, Mary, helped at Christian Family Services in St. Louis. He and Mary loved traveling together and with family. They attended several spring-training seasons in Jupiter, FL with the St. Louis Cardinals. Don was a big fan of the Star Trek Sci-Fi series.

 

Most importantly, Don was focused on his family, doting on grandkids, then great-grandkids. Family gatherings in their home were a passion of his. Home projects and yardwork were a constant, as was his four-legged sidekick, Luci.

 

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by a brother, Hershel Baugh.

 

In celebration of his life, graveside services will be held at 1pm on Tuesday, February 2, 2021, at St. James Cemetery in Edwardsville. Burial will follow. Due to the current Covid – 19 restrictions, face masks will be required and social distancing guidelines will be adhered to. Friends may attend the graveside service – please maintain proper distancing protocol.

 

In lieu of flowers, memorials are suggested to the Godfrey Church of Christ or to the Christian Family Services in St. Louis.

 

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Heroes - A Tribute to Artie Collins by David R. Kenney

 

HEROES – A TRIBUTE TO ARTIE COLLINS

David R. Kenney

Just received word that Artie Collins, gospel preacher and treasured family friend, passed away this morning on September 3, 2020. His dear wife, Marie, passed away nearly seven years prior on September 30, 2013. Thinking about her death, I recall mom and dad making the journey across states to comfort Artie during this time. It was a tribute that was felt by the three of them. One just never knows how life is going to go. During those intervening seven years, my father died of brain cancer in 2015 and mother of MS in 2020. I would talk to Artie by phone occasionally over those years. I believe the last time I spoke to him was to let him know of mom’s death. All four of them are now gone, and I feel profound loss.

The friendship goes back to July 1969 during a funeral in Lynnville, TN. Artie had graduated from the Nashville School of Preaching in 1968, and dad would be starting his final year at that summer’s conclusion from the school too. Artie had worked for the congregation at Lynnville and was called back to do the funeral for a member there. Dad was the current preacher, and the occasion was the beginning of a long-lasting friendship. They loved telling people they had the same birthday, July 11^th; but Artie’s was in 1927 and dad’s in 1944.

It was Artie who suggested to dad that they attend the Freed-Hardeman College Lectureship, and they did so together for many years until circumstances prohibited such. They would come back and regale us with stories from the lectures or some humorous adventure they had along the way. As a young boy, I soaked it all up! I would hear about men who I would grow up and read about with admiration. Some of them I was able to meet in person, but others only through the printed page and stories. When my father was contemplating his Will several years prior to his illness, he asked me what books from his library I would want to keep. I told him I was unsure, but I knew I wanted to keep all the Freed-Hardeman College Lectureship books. Life changes. Freed-Hardeman College would go onto to become a University. I was a student when the announcement and change was made to University by President E. Claude Gardner. My parents wanted me to go to a Christian College. I was less than enthusiastic about college at the time. They wanted me to go so bad that they said they would send me to any Christian College and “it does not have to be Freed-Hardeman if you would rather go somewhere else.” There was no other Christian college I would have ever contemplated. Not because of the other schools, but there is no other place I would rather go than Freed-Hardeman College. Why? Artie Collins and my dad. I wanted the same for our children, and Annette and I have worked diligently to give them the same opportunity.

My father and Artie, together, have been heroes of mine since I was two years old. There would be other men whom I would look up to, but these two were the first in my life. Artie’s nickname for me was “groundhog” because we spotted a groundhog, so we started looking for others along the way. To a young boy’s imagination, every rock and tree stump prompted the exclamation “Groundhog!"

I try to impress on parents the importance of using their influence to guide their children in the selection of their heroes. My parents surrounded us with gospel preachers, and many of these would become our heroes. How much better would our children’s lives be if they were guided to admire godly people? How much would our society improve if children were given godly heroes to admire as they grew up? In my estimation, tremendously. Oh, they could admire presidents, wealthy people, sports figures, and others. Some of these may be suitable heroes, but we need to place a premium on godly heroes. Heroes for us to watch their steps and seek to follow. Where are your children’s heroes going to lead them? If it is not heaven, then you should give that some thought!

Artie Collins sent me an autographed copy of his memoirs called Ramblings of an Old Preacher. Among other things he wrote: “I love you, David, mainly, because your dad was my best friend. Secondly, because you are a fine Christian man and preacher.” Because of the first reason, I want to be better in the second. They had made a pact years ago to do one another’s funeral. They were young men then, but time had taken its toll on their health. Dad and Artie spoke about dad’s funeral over the phone since they were several states apart. Artie’s health was such that they both agreed other arrangements should be made. Artie and Dad agreed, and the last recorded words were “I will see you in heaven.” Where do you think my sights are set? Heroes!

Be A Mentor (A Tribute to E. Claude Gardner) by David R. Kenney

E. Claude Gardner with David & Annette Kenney at the
2017 FHU Bible Lectureship. He led the Prayer Session for the Lectures.

Be A Mentor – A Tribute to E. Claude Gardner

By David R. Kenney     

                                                                  

“I spoke to President E. Claude Gardner, and I told him that you needed to come to Freed-Hardeman College but you did not think you could afford it” said my beloved dad back in February 1987.  He continued, “President Gardner said ‘You tell David that we want him at Freed-Hardeman College, and we will make it financially feasible for him to attend. So he can come!’” Words comparable to the response Pharaoh gave to Moses came to my mind as I weighed my thoughts in response (cf. Exo 5:2). I do not mind admitting my life was floundering since I had graduated in 1985. I needed to change course, but I did not know what exactly to do. (I knew what my parents wanted me to do.) My parents replied to my objections: “We would love to have you stay with us forever, but that is not the natural course of life. Do you have any other alternative plan? We will support your efforts for what you decide, but you have to make a change.” I had no real alternative plans, so I enrolled for the Fall Semester of 1987.

That decision began a mentoring relationship between my father, E. Claude Gardner, Winford Claiborne, and I that has lasted until December 31, 2017 with the passing of President Gardner. Some mentors choose you. Some mentors you may be able to choose. Some mentors are chosen for you. I highly suspect the latter is the case with my father, and I have been blessed by this ever since.

E. Claude Gardner served Freed-Hardeman College (and helped make it a University) from 1949 until his death. He was President from 1969 until 1990, but he served the school many years prior to and since that time. His service has been so diligent and faithful, that I would not be surprised if they wanted to name the school F-H-G University!

Gardner pursued me for the School of Theology program. Yes, I mean “pursued!” I have the letters from E.C.G. and testimony from Director Mark Blackwelder: “David, brother Gardner really likes you, and he wants you in this program. He wants you to accept this scholarship. Would you give me an opportunity to reply to any objections…” I replied, “Sure, I certainly have NO objections to FHU. That would be fine.” I enrolled in the M. Div. program thanks to the kind generosity of E. Claude Gardner who had selected me to receive the E. Claude and Delorese Scholarship.

I think about the comments of brother Gardner being a Barnabas to many, and he certainly had done the work of a Barnabas! To me, I think of him as an encouraging mentor like Barnabas was to John Mark. John Mark seems to have lost his way and fell out of favor with the apostle Paul. Barnabas pled his case, but Paul would not budge (cf. Acts 15:39). So, Barnabas mentored John Mark further. In time, Paul would later write—“Get Mark and bring him with you, for he is useful to me for ministry” (2 Tim 4:11 NKJV) There are others who contributed to my upbringing and training, and I would not want to detract from any of those. But, I can honestly say I am more useful for ministry today because of the efforts of E. Claude Gardner!

My father told me, as he was dying, that he would make every effort to attend the funerals of Winford Claiborne and E. Claude Gardner: “I think so much of those two men.” I agreed. So I went to Winford Claiborne’s funeral for both my father and I, as my father was unable to attend. Now, I make plans to attend the funeral of E. Claude Gardner. In fact, brother Gardner selected me to be one of his pallbearers. My dad would be honored to hear that! Brother Gardner has been a blessing to my parents, to my wife and I, and to our children. He will be greatly missed! Be a mentor! Help some young person find their way. We certainly know that there is no lack of people needing help through this world. Share with them the blessings of being a Christian both now and for eternity!

Some hesitate to bear the costs of Christian education. One needs to understand however that there is a difference between price and value. I met my beloved Annette at Freed-Hardeman College. People ask “How did you two meet?” All we have to say is “Freed-Hardeman.”  I understand the costs are great and the debt will be a burden for some time; however, I still owe a debt to Freed-Hardeman University even though my student loans have been paid off years ago! I had before me two paths, and as the great poet Robert Frost stated: “I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”

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Originally appeared in the West Virginia Christian, Vol. 25, No. 2, Feb 2018, p. 8.

30 Years of Preaching by Warren F. Kenney Remarks by David R. Kenney

 

The event was held in Inwood, WV on July 31, 1999.  Family and friends gathered to pay honor to my father, Warren F. Kenney, for preaching the gospel for 30 years.  I was one of the speakers that evening.  Dad is seated to my left next to my mother.  It was a wonderful day for him and for us. 

As I continue to search through files, pictures, and records, I came across dad's copy of this photograph and my remarks.  Dad passed away on January 8, 2015, two years ago.  In some ways, it seems like yesterday but in other ways it seems like years ago.  Precious memories are indeed precious, but memories fall short.  Honor and cherish the ones who deserve such, and be sure to make sure they know you love, honor, and cherish them while you have the opportunity.

 

Jesus illustrating the value of the kingdom stated:  "Again, the kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and hid; and for joy over it he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field"  (Matt 13:44, NKJV.)

 

Our proximity to the great treasure has been due to various factors.  Some of us were born into a family that owned such a field and were blessed to live with the truth all of our lives such as Hazel, Sherry, and I.  Some of us married someone who had this great treasure and reaped the benefits of it.  Others had friends who possessed this treasure and shared it with us.  Finally, some of us had the treasure shown to us by those willing to proclaim it to all who would listen.  Tonight, we honor my father who has shared this treasure in all the ways above.  We will have remarks from some who have labored to share this treasure with him over the past 30 years.  Tonight, we honor his 30 years of service and his ten years of service at Martinsburg as well.

 

My father was born July 1944 in Monroe County, Ohio.  He is a 1970 graduate of the Nashville School of Preaching.  Over the past 30 years he has labored with congregation in Linville, TN; Barbour County, WV; Barnseville, OH; New Philadelphia, OH; Weirton Heights, WV; Centralia, IL; and Martinsburg, WV. 

There have been good times and bad times along the way.  He has taught children and seen them grow to be Christians.  He has taught adults and seen them grow to become Christians.  He has counseled when asked.  He has performed several wedding ceremonies.  He has been called upon to visit the sick even till death, and then he has been called upon for words of consolation for those of us who remain.  He has traveled far and often for the purpose of preaching the gospel.  He has seen people fall away from the faith and has tried to bring them back.  He as appointed elders and deacons and supported the same.  He has received words of constructive criticism, not so constructive criticism, praise, adoration, and love.  He has seen his family grow and struggle to grow.

 

My father has been a gospel preacher for 30 of my 32 years.  That is almost 94 percent of my life and 100 percent of my recollection.  I have seen him go through this life as a preacher who always wanted what was best for the church.  There has never been a time when I wished he was anything but a gospel preacher.  I am thankful to God for both of my parents who gave to us the greatest of treasures--a Christian home.

 

 

 

 

Bible Readings & Hymns by David R. Kenney

 

BIBLE READINGS & HYMNS

by David R. Kenney

Beginning January 2, 2017, there will be new programming available in both audio and video format.  The name of the program is “Bible Readings & Hymns” with David R. Kenney reading the New Testament in the King James Version.  The program is designed to encourage everyone to read the entire New Testament in a year’s time by watching or listening less than 10 minutes a day, 5 days a week.  If someone cannot follow the daily format, then they could watch all five episodes at one time too.  The New Testament can be read through in a year's time by reading 5 chapters each week, and this program is designed to assist those in accomplishing that worthwhile goal.

Some may view reading plans as old fashioned.  Reading Plans are certainly not a recent invention.  There were reading plans to read the first five books of the Old Testament (Pentateuch or Torah) prior to Jesus' coming.  In fact, these first five books were marked for weekly reading sections going back to the Babylonian Captivity in the 6th century BC.  So, reading plans have been around for a long time which testifies to the effectiveness of such a plan. 

David R. Kenney reading the New Testament
at WCTV Studio in Wadsworth, Ohio

Before I went into full time ministry, I had a few people comment on how much they appreciated the quality of my voice.  Some of these were strangers, and some were Bible Class teachers who wanted me to read passages into a tape recorder.  This was quite a surprise to me having to go through speech therapy in grade school.  Churches of Christ have rightfully pled for people to read their Bibles.  We believe there is power in God’s Word; cf. Hebrews 4:12.  Much of the religious confusion could be eliminated if people truly read their Bibles with discernment; 2 Timothy 2:15-16.  Biblical illiteracy is rampant.  People have no problem telling you what they think the Bible says, but they sometimes reveal their Biblical illiteracy in the discussion.  All of us could use continuous improvement in this area.    

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My mother, Kay E. Kenney, with her
Mother's Day corsage.  She is one brave lady!

he motivation for the program goes to my mother.  She has battled MS for several years. She has been in and out of wheelchairs, and even close to blindness at one point.  I wanted her to be able to listen to the Bible read in a voice she recognized in case the day came when her eyes failed.  I have a special compassion for those who are unable to see or hear whether from birth, illness, or due to advanced years.  So, to have audio and video readings of the New Testament available for those unable to see or hear really appealed to me.  It truly was a labor of love for those who want to know more about the Bible, but their senses have limited their ability to do so.

My mother's KJV Bible.  My father served the Lord as a preacher of the
gospel for  over 45 years, and my mother served by his side for nearly
50 years until his departure, January 8, 2015.

My mother has always respected the King James Version (KJV).  Even literary critics, the reputable ones, acknowledge the literary quality, elegance, and beauty of the King James Version.  Some think the vocabulary is too difficult in today’s society, but do not try to tell that to my mother!  I caution people before criticizing the KJV as “too hard” that the reading level has been estimated to be the 12^th grade.  So, the vocabulary ought not to be out of our reach!  The history of the King James Version is fascinating, being over 400 years old; although there have been revisions since 1611.  Besides the KJV being in the public domain, the primary reason is a tribute to my mother who refused to allow her children to let this marvelous translation slide away from their intellectual grasp!  She is not a “King James Only” advocate as she has no objections to reputable modern translations.  My wife has wisely pursued this same tradition with our children too.

This is not an easy project, and I certainly could not have done this alone!  My first assistance was from John Madding at WCTV who favored the idea of “Bible Readings & Hymns” produced and aired on WCTV.  John Madding patiently recorded all my text readings.  The hymns were another copyright challenge, but Andy Robison, Director of the West Virginia School of Preaching, graciously granted me permission to use hymns he composed and recorded.  The video was a special challenge.  Iris Griffin (now Iris Petty) at Gospel Broadcasting Network has done an excellent job of supplementing the show with attractive video during the singing, plus she incorporated the text scroll so people could visually follow along with the reading too.  Gospel Broadcasting Network is making plans to air the video, plus they support GBN radio stations overseen by Aaron Cozort who will be broadcasting the audio programming.  This really is a team effort!  I am thankful to Don Blackwell and Mark Teske at Gospel Broadcasting Network for their support of this project.  By the time this is completed, we will have the New Testament on both audio and video for broadcast, Internet, and available on various devices.

Bible Readings & Hymns will air both locally on WCTV and nationally on the Gospel Broadcasting Network.  (These times are subject to change, so check listings.)

WCTV, Wadsworth, Ohio, Channel 15:  Daily Format: Mon, Wed, Thu at 4:00pm; Tue & Fri at 4:30pm (EST)
Weekly Format: Sat at 9:00am & Sun at 1:30pm (EST)
WCTV is available on Roku and programs will available on their portal site.

Gospel Broadcasting Network TV:
GBN TV Daily Format: Mon – Fri at 7:30am (EST)
GBN TV Weekly Format: Sun at 7:00am (EST)
GBN is also available on Roku, YouTube Channel, and is streamed line on their website.

Gospel Broadcasting Network Radio:
GBN Radio Daily Format: Mon – Fri at 7:00am (All Time Zones)
GBN Radio is also available online at their website.

There is also a Facebook Page for Bible Readings & Hymns here.

 

A Tribute to Neil W. Anderson & The Gospel Advocate Company

A Tribute to Neil W. Anderson & The Gospel Advocate Company

by David R. Kenney

My father and I often attended the Freed-Hardeman Lectureship.  In fact, when I was a boy he would attend these lectures with Artie Collins as I stayed home with my mother. He would regale us with stories, laughter, and memories of the time they had together.  I decided long ago that if I were to attend a Christian college, then it would be Freed-Hardeman College.  After I graduated from Freed-Hardeman University, my father and I attended the lectureships together.  In February 2010, the trip back from Henderson, TN was special because as we travelled through Nashville dad mentioned he would like to go by the Gospel Advocate and wondered if I would be interested.  To put it mildly, I was interested, and I suspected he knew of that interest too.  So, we pulled up unannounced, walked in, and asked to speak to Neil Anderson.  I had sort of foisted myself upon Neil because we both knew R. C. Thompson who was also good friends of my father. So, I just used their friendships to springboard a relationship with Neil Anderson whether he wanted such or not.

While we waited, we looked around at the displays and saw things I had only read about or seen pictures of; e.g., Ira North’s “fiery red” sports coat was on display.  I admired it because I know my father loved the bright color that matched North’s reported personality.  Neil came out and graciously greeted us.  He gave us a complete tour of the facility.  He asked me who some of my favorite writers were, and among those I mentioned was Guy N. Woods.  I told him I wanted to see some of the memorabilia relating Guy N. Woods.  He told me to follow him into his son’s office.  He encouraged me to look around.  I felt a bit awkward looking through someone’s office and expressed some reservation.  He laughingly reassured me, and he told me the story behind why he brought me into this office.  When Guy N. Woods passed away in 1993, Neil immediately went that night to the Gospel Advocate and locked up Guy N. Woods’ office.  Apparently the death of a prior editor taught Anderson the wisdom of doing so.  Anderson wanted to preserve Woods’ office. He told me that his son’s office was the way it was when Guy N. Woods passed away.  He watched me look through his library, encouraging me not to hesitate to bring down any book to look at.  I just did not want to disturb it so others would have the same opportunity to see Woods office.  Neil saw my admiration and appreciation of Guy N. Woods.  He went to a drawer in Guy N. Woods office and told me he wanted me to have this book, How to Study the New Testament Effectively.  I thanked him and told him I had this book and enjoyed it immensely.  He assured me that I did not have this book, and he opened it to the page which had Guy N. Woods’ signature.

Neil Anderson would encourage me to write, but he would not just accept any article.  On more than one occasion he would return an article for improvement.  Once I commented to my dad that I was not sure if I would ever get an article in the Gospel Advocate, but both men encouraged me to keep at it.  I attended the Writing Workshop that Gospel Advocate hosted during the FHU Bible Lectureship, and I continued to work at honing my craft of writing. 

Once when I was attending the lectures, Neil invited me to attend the special luncheon the Gospel Advocate hosted for their writers.  I told him that I did not have an article in the Gospel Advocate and did not considered qualified to be one of their writers.  He asked me “Have you ever had an article in the Gospel Advocate?”  I replied “Yes, a couple of years ago.”  “Then you are one of our writers, so come to the luncheon and we can eat and visit together.”  He was so gracious, generous, and encouraging.

It is with mixed emotions that I recognize the Andersons’ wishes to turn over the Gospel Advocate Company.  I am saddened that the time for change has come, but sometimes that is the nature of change—a mixed bag.  I welcome the new leadership at the Gospel Advocate Company, look forward to meeting the Dukes, and pray for its continued success for the Kingdom of Christ.  Neil, thank you for your kind, gentle, and even fatherly-like encouragement.  May God richly bless you and your family.

June 10, 2016

THAT SILVER-HAIRED DADDY OF MINE by David R. Kenney

THAT SILVER-HAIRED DADDY OF MINE

By David R. Kenney

 

My family are fans of the music of Gene Autry.  We have listened to his music for several years, even purchased CDs of his music for our children.  As I was going through my late father’s collection of cassette tapes in his truck, there were several that had been played so often, or set out in a hot truck for too long, that the music has become distorted.  One of the cassette tapes in his collection was a collection of Gene Autry’s music.  I smiled as I looked over the titles, then one caught my attention that had escaped my memory, “That Silver-Haired Daddy of Mine”.  Dad loved that song.  I recalled the song; I had just forgotten that it was a song of Gene Autry being a hit in 1935.

Dad did not get the opportunity to see his daddy with silver hair as his father died in 1948 when he was but three years old.  He loved the song, and he longed for days he could never see.  I listen to the song; and I long for the days I have seen, days of my memory.  My father was a silver-haired daddy to me.  The song’s message is one of regret and sorrow including these poignant words—“I could recall all the heartaches Dear old Daddy, I've caused you to bear, If I could erase those lines from your face, And bring back the gold to your hair.”  I was blessed to have a father who loved me, whom I loved, and this was not a secret to either of us.  It is a message my father has lived before my life:  to make sure you show your love for your children, and for children to show their love for their father by both being lovable and loving.

Sure, I have made mistakes, things I regret.  As adults with children of our own, we look back and see the things we have done and more fully understand the impact such had on our parents.  The song also speaks about that too—“God would but grant me the power just to turn back the pages of time I'd give all I own if I could but atone to that silver haired daddy of mine.”  Sadly, some of us, including myself, cannot speak words of atonement to our fathers any longer, but that does not mean we should not speak such words to the Father who our fathers should be pointing us too.  The noble work of being a father, the sacred calling of fatherhood, is to lead our children to our Heavenly Father.  I believe that pointing is what Paul meant when he wrote “And you, fathers, do not provoke your children to wrath, but bring them up in the training and admonition of the Lord” (Ephesians 6:4, NKJV.)   You may not have had a silver haired daddy, but you can be that kind of a father to your children.  If you are a woman, you can make diligent effort to marry that kind of man for your children.

It may be too late for us to bring acts of atonement to our earthly fathers, but it is not too late to take steps of atonement toward our Heavenly Father.  That is something our fathers, whether silver-haired or not, would be pleased to know. God blessed me with a black, then grey, then silver, and then white headed daddy (Proverbs 16:31).  Be a blessing!

David R. Kenney

July 11, 2016
(On the occasion of Dad’s 72^nd birthday)

 

 

Marie Myatt Collins by Warren F. Kenney (Deceased)

My father and mother, Warren F. and Kay E. Kenney, were very dear friends to Artie and Marie Collins.  If you have not purchased a copy of Artie Collins' memoirs, Ramblings of an Old Preacher, you had better do so soon.

 

Dad and Marie are now both deceased.  I printed this tribute to her which dad wrote upon her passing.  Dad travelled quite a ways to be with Artie during her funeral.  I recall dad telling me that Artie said "I did not expect you to come, but I am so glad you did."  Great friends!  I thought others might enjoy this tribute too.  I had reprinted it on Facebook with this note on October 8, 2013:  "This is a good tribute written by my dad to Marie Collins. It would be good for Christian women to read this who are trying to win their spouses to Christ. Never underestimate the influence of a good Christian woman!"  -- David R. Kenney

 

Artie & Marie Collins conducting a Gospel Meeting at New Philadelphia, Ohio.

 

 

MARIE MYATT COLLINS, 84, OF FLORENCE, ALABAMA

by Warren F. Kenney (Deceased)

I met Artie and Marie Collins on a very hot Tennessee day in July, 1969.   We had just moved to Lynnville where I preached during the last year of my  schooling. Shortly after moving there Artie came to conduct a funeral for one of the elders. It was my first funeral as a minister. I was asked to assist with the service. I shall always be grateful for the help Artie gave me that day. Needless to say, I was scared out of my wits. The church building was not air conditioned, and the heat was nearly unbearable. It was so hot that the funeral director said he would donate the first $100.00 toward having air conditioning installed. They took him up on it, and that got the ball rolling.  It was not long before cool air was blowing out those registers.


After the funeral, Artie and Marie came over to visit us at our house. We formed an immediate friendship. That friendship only grew for all the years that followed. We immediately started visiting back and forth as overnight  guests.


Artie was the one who got me interested in the lectureship at Freed-Hardeman College (now University). He and I attended those lectures together for many years. I always treasured those wonderful times. Kay would go spend the week with Marie.


Marie had a sense of humor that could be best described as feisty. Her wit was very sharp. I told Artie at her casket that she was clever enough that all my scars were hidden out of sight. He told a lady standing nearby that Marie and I had a feud that lasted over 40 years. I enjoyed that “feud” and know that she did as well.


Marie converted Artie by living the Christian life before him. She was a wonderful Christian wife and mother. That could not go unnoticed by her non-Christian husband. They were married for 66 years, 55 of those years were spent in full time preaching. Their last full time work was with the Springer congregation. That work spanned 30 years, and was to be their last.


This lovely woman was laid to rest behind the Springer meetinghouse near Hohenwald, TN. Her body rests about a stone throw from her kitchen window where she and Artie lived during their 30 year ministry with that congregation. He had also served that congregation as one of her elders for several years.


I remember when the call came from Artie telling me that her health had made it necessary for him to quit full time preaching to move in with one of their sons. I was in a meeting in McConnellsville, Ohio at the time. When we hung up, I cried like a baby. He was one of the most effective gospel preachers I have ever known, but it all began with a sweet little lady who lived the Christian life before him.

Remarks at Jan Cooper's Funeral

OBITUARY of Jan Cooper

Read by David R. Kenney

February 9, 2016

Janet B. (Jan) Cooper

Janet (Jan) Jones Cooper, age 81, passed from this life on Friday evening, February 5th.  She was the daughter of the late Willie E. and Dora Wagner Jones.  She was born May 3, 1934 at Belington, WV.  She was a graduate of Philippi High School, 1952.  She is survived by her husband, Evangelist Donald R. Cooper, to whom she was married March 7, 1954.  Jan was a member of the Lincoln Avenue Church of Christ in Bucyrus where her husband is the minister.  They have three daughters, Sandra Haltom(Michael) of Henderson, TN; Penny Helton (Biff) of Lawrenceburg, TN; Michele Pitsenbarger of Moyer, WV; a son, Michael of Harrisonburg, VA and a foster son, Robert Scott (Debbie) of Ashland, OH.  Also surviving are five grandchildren, Crystal Matthews (Matt), Billy Helton III (Lindsay), Ashley Rutledge (Adam), Danielle Hamilton, and James Cooper.  She also has eight great-grandchildren, Grant Matthews, Makenzie Matthews, Maleigha Hamilton, Brooklyn Helton, Billy Helton IV, Gracie Rutledge, Reese Rutledge, and Knox Helton.  They also had 16 foster children.

Just like Ruth who said to Naomi, her mother in law, “For wherever you go, I will go” (Ruth 1:16).  Jan said this to Don many times while they moved to different areas to work with many congregations.  They complemented each other and she was always by his side.  Jan was the virtuous woman spoken of in Proverbs 31.  She loved the Lord and the church.  She taught Bible classes of all ages and especially loved teaching the children.  She was an encourager and a great listener, easy to talk with and very compassionate.  Her favorite Bible verse was found in Isaiah 40:31, “But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint”.

Jan liked to read, travel, work in the flower garden, collect music boxes and especially loved her precious family.  Jan loved flowers so Don and the girls always made sure she had them throughout the year.  Pink and white carnations were always Jan & Don’s special flower.  Jan also loved putting together photo albums and cherished looking at them often.

She was preceded in death by an infant brother, Harold, brother Fred C. Jones, and sister Imogene Burner.  She is also survived by a sister Wilda R. Burner of Philippi, WV and a brother Jack E. Jones of Doylestown, Ohio.

Memorial gifts may be made to Akron General Visiting Nurse Hospice, 3358 Ridgewood Rd, Akron, OH  44333.

 

Remarks at the Funeral of Jan Cooper

David R. Kenney

 

In 2001, my father, Warren F. Kenney, introduced Don Cooper and made reference to the fact that they first met Don and Jan Cooper around 1970 in Barbour County, WV.  Dad said he remembered it well saying even though he was “…a baby on my mother’s knee.”  Dad was actually preaching for the church there, but I, on the other hand, was but three years old when we moved to Barbour County.  In fact, I recall Don saying that Jan’s mother practically raised me.  Our families have remained close over the years.

Don and Jan would come to Jan’s parents in Barbour County, and they became friends with our family.  Mom and Dad treasured their friendship through the years, as do Annette and I.  Dad truly loved Jan’s parents. In fact, Dad conducted the memorial services for both of Jan’s parents (W.E. and Dora Jones), and I knew that Jan had planned for Dad to be one of the speakers for her memorial service.

Dad told a funny story about Jan’s father.  Somehow Dad got in his mind that Jan’s father’s last name was Daugherty, rather than Jones.  Jan’s father would correct him, but eventually give up and overlook it.  I found this humorous because I was in Don and Jan’s home not that long ago.  I was upstairs and she was downstairs.  She went to make a statement to me, and I believe the name “Warren” was on her mind.  (Such has been known to happen, which I take as an honor.)  She knew my name was not Warren, but she just could not place my name.  She turned to Don, thinking I would no hear her, and asked him softly “What’s his name?”  I replied, “My name is David Kenney.  I am so glad to meet you.”  She let me know in her very emphatic way that she knew exactly what my name was!

One of my fond memories of Jan is Dad telling a story about Jan in the rear of Lloyd Auditorium as we were all gathered around during a break of the lectureship.  Now, in case you wonder why I am telling such a funny story at her funeral, I recall her laughing, as she reached over to tell Don “I want him to tell that story at my funeral.” I am honored to be able to fulfill that request.

Dad had called their house and disguised his voice. 

Dad:  “Is this the residence of 330-336-7897?” 

Jan: “Yes, it is.” 

Dad: “Ma’am, this is the Wadsworth Police Department, and we have received a report of a domestic disturbance.”

Jan: “There is no domestic disturbance here.  You must have the wrong number.”

Dad:  “Is this 225 Knollwood Drive?”

Jan:  “Yes, it is, but there is NO domestic disturbance here.”

Dad:  “Well, ma’am, we have to take every call relating to domestic disturbance very seriously, and this is the number and address we received.  In fact, we will have to send a policeman over in a few moments to investigate this reported domestic disturbance.”

Jan:  “I just told you there was no domestic disturbance!”

Dad:  “Well, ma’am, perhaps you have changed your mind about the incident, but it is our policy to come in person and verify every report.  Would it be permissible for us to drive over right now and fill out a report?”

Jan:  “It most certainly would not!  There is NO domestic disturbance!  I am here at the house by myself!”

Thankfully, I have heard the story before, and recall commenting: “Needless to say, there was a domestic disturbance in the making!”

The psalmist wrote long ago:  “Sing praise to the Lord, you saints of His, and give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name.  For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning” (Psalm 30:4-5, NKJV.)  Some seek to characterize times such as this as a “celebration”. To each their own, but I look at these times as the apostle Paul wrote, “But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope.  For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus” (1 Thessalonians 4:13-14, NKJV.)  We sorrow, but we hope too!

We have sung the words to this hymn for years:  “When death has come and taken our loved ones, it leaves our home so lonely and drear.”  These days have come upon both of our families.  Jan put her faith in the One who recognized death as an enemy and conquered it.  He not only achieved the victory over death, but gave her the victory over death too.  Father Along, we, as Christians, will celebrate in that victory too!

To Don and the entire Cooper family, we extend our deepest sympathies and affections during this time of loss and separation.  There will be days of loneliness and drear, and if we can help alleviate some of those feelings, if for even a little while, please let us know. 

A grand reunion awaits!  

 

 

Lorenzo Collins -- A Preacher With Crescendo by David R. Kenney

Lorenzo Collins and David Kenney at the
Wadsworth Church of Christ in Wadsworth, Ohio on April 1, 2012

Lorenzo Collins -- A Preacher With Crescendo 

by David R. Kenney

Lorenzo Collins was born in Akron, Ohio on February 2, 1937.  He was baptized into Christ by P. E. Butler who also served as a preaching mentor to brother Collins.  He was married to Freddie Faye Cunningham Collins.  They reared six children:  Tabitha, Abigail, Gabrielle, Michael, Jonathan and Matthias.  Brother Collins passed away June 26, 2013 in Akron, Ohio.  He was buried at the Ohio Western Reserve National Cemetery in Rittman, Ohio with David R. Kenney officiating.  Lorenzo Collins was a gospel preacher.

Brother Collins obtained his A. A. degree at Southwestern Christian College where he was presented the Kenneth Orrvid Mason Award in 1959 by the President of the school, A. V. Isbell.  Being the recipient of this award, brother Collins was to deliver the sermon before the student body.  In attendance on this occasion was the highly esteemed Marshall Keeble.  Since brother Collins and I were friends, he did not mind telling me that Keeble’s response to Collins’ preaching was “This is the cream of the crop!”  Brother Collins also obtained a B. A. degree from Abilene Christian College (now University).  He began his first full time preaching work in Elyria, Ohio.  He also preached in Texas, New York and Connecticut.  He would often work in addition to his preaching at places such as B. F. Goodrich, Chrysler Corporation, and even the U. S. Army where he served in the Medical Corp and helped establish a congregation in Straubin, Germany.  He also taught Spanish for the Hartford, CT; Akron, OH; and Copley-Fairlawn, OH school systems.  Brother Collins often had to supplement his preacher training and preaching efforts with secular work—a testament to his dedication.

The first time I heard brother Collins preach was in Streetsboro, Ohio.  His style was to slowly approach the pulpit, begin opening his Bible, speaking with low tones of greeting.  As he expressed his appreciation to be afforded the opportunity to preach, he would take out his outline and make sure he was prepared to begin the lesson.  He would slowly lay down preliminary points he wanted to make, building slowly with intensity and volume.  Then all of a sudden, he would climax with increasing volume, pounding points and a call to obey the gospel!  He was a Preacher with Crescendo!

In our society, we seem to be divided and dividing on just about any kind of denominator out there; e.g., we even divide ourselves by zip code—remember 90210?  Brother Lorenzo was not a divider but sought to unite all under the “Banner of the Cross”.  Now, his body sleeps waiting for the ultimate dividing to come—the final day of dividing the sheep from the goats, the wheat from the tares, the saints from the sinners, and the godly from the ungodly.  This division will not be done by man, commission or any other such earthly organization.  This division will be completed by the Lord and His angels, and there will be no mistakes in this matter.  There is a Day, an Hour, and a Call to come—“Do not marvel at this; for the hour is coming in which all who are in the graves will hear His voice and come forth—those who have done good, to the resurrection of life, and those who have done evil, to the resurrection of condemnation” (John 5:28-29 NKJV).   Brother Collins would implore us all to be ready for that Call, to become a Christian and do all within our power to worship and serve the Lord all the days of our lives.

The greatest gift that Lorenzo gave his family was being a Christian!  He would want me to tell you today that if you are not a Christian, not a follower of Jesus the Christ, then you need to obey the gospel!  He would want me to make sure that you know that if you have wandered off, then you need to wander right back to Christ!  He would want you to provide, for those you love, this blessing—“But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope.  For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus” (1 Thessalonians 4:13-14 NKJV).  Christians sorrow, but we sorrow with hope!  Because Lorenzo was a Christian, we have the hope of seeing him again!  The greatest blessing you can provide those you love is this same hope!  But it is only found IN CHRIST!  

Among brother Lorenzo’s favorite passages in the Bible were these words uttered by Jesus:  “Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you” (Matthew 5:12 NKJV).  I look forward to that reward too including spending time once again with my friend and brother.

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Thanks to sister Collins (or Miss Freddie as I affectionately call her), I was able to obtain a recording of Lorenzo Collins preaching at the West Side Church of Christ on Revere Road in Akron, Ohio on November 15, 2009 on Sunday morning.  His sermon was "Walking With Christ".

Walking With Christ by Lorenzo Collins