A wife who lived and finished well

28 07 2015

Arlinda RasmussenIt has been several months since I have been able to come back to my website due to my taking, for the second time, the cancer journey with my wife. God delivered her back from the precipice of death in her first encounter with cancer, in that case leukemia. This time, He allowed her to enter His presence. Since she died, I have been grieving our loss, and will continue to do so for a long time — to some degree, for the rest of my life.

In hopes that it may encourages others, I want to share a bit of our story. Here are two excerpts:

SAFELY HOME. “Early in the morning on April 21st my wonderful wife Lyn Rasmussen took her final breath here on earth, only an instant later to inhale the essence of eternal life! She finished her life faithfully, and never lapsed for a moment in her love for God and all of you whom she knew. Lyn’s dad has said well, “There are no words to sufficiently express our grief over the loss of Lyn nor to express our joy that Lyn’s suffering is over and she’s in the presence of our Savior.” Thank you to all who have stood with us during this time. We are grateful that we were able to have Lyn at home for the final weeks of her life.

A FEW DAYS LATER….

” I spent time yesterday going through photo albums, choosing pictures of Lyn over the years; it was hard; made me miss her so much. Yet how blessed to have had so many good times with so many family and friends! She was so knock-out gorgeous! And just a beautiful person, so loving of others, so tender and needing protection, so sensitive yet tough and matter-of-fact. What a treasure she was! So often in these final months she would reaffirm, “God is in charge. All we can do is trust Him.”
God encouraged me this morning from scripture: “the Holy Spirit of promise, who is the guarantee of our inheritance until the redemption of the purchased possession, to the praise of His glory” (Eph. 1:14). I reflected on the fact that Lyn was purchased by the blood of the cross, and became God’s possession by the finished work of Christ, and from that moment onward was sealed with the Holy Spirit of promise until just a few days ago she was actually and fully redeemed, according to the promise of God, and to the praise of His glory! So yes I feel very sad that I have lost the daily companionship of my dear wife, but I can be sincerely glad that God has fulfilled His promise to her and granted her every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places! There, now, God is showing her “the exceeding riches of His grace in His kindness toward us in Christ Jesus” (Eph. 2:7). I am so happy for her!

Email me if you want at bolyn75@comcast.net





Beautiful in His time

16 10 2014

When events happen that make it seem as if there is no order, I find it encouraging to watch the creative design of God, even in small details.

Recently I found some beautiful pictures that depict God’s creativity and attention to detail.  (I got these from https://www.flickr.com/photos/cymaii/ )

Bläuling (Lycaenidae)

“For by Him all things were created, both in the heavens and on earth, visible and invisible….”

Streifenwanze (Graphosoma lineatum)

…And He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.” (The Bible, Colossians 1:16,17)

Color Tube

These water splash photographs are by Heinz Maier. (also from https://www.flickr.com/photos/cymaii/).

Red on White

 If God watches over butterflies and water splashes with such skill and detail, can I not — must I not– entrust my situation to Him?  Would I really want to seize control and take things into my own hands, when I have a God who does this continually?

I do not always see the beauty of His work. Sometimes it is marred by sin and sickness. But I choose to believe, as do we as a family, that God is good and mighty good.

 

Along this line,  I wrote in a similar vein in speaking of fractals.





Hubris does not grow on trees

11 04 2013


Today they say there is water on the moon.
Then where are the signs of evolution?

Intrigued.

Why don’t watches grow on trees?
Complexity doth not conceive of its own creation.

Intrigued.

Yesterday my bride and I walked by a forest.
Effortlessly it boasted color and texture.

Life.

Parts were dying, so others could live.
All in synchronization.

Intrigued.

Not even hubris grows on trees.Hearts are required for that.





Remembering dad

29 03 2013
Anniversaries serve as reminders of significant milestones. As March rolled around, memories of my dad began to emerge as I recalled that he went to heaven on March 26th 2009. And the internet seems to be a current method for preserving memories. So I went back and found this post from 2009 and moved it over here where I and other family members may want to review it and remember the great man we were blessed to have as a father, grandfather, or friend.
My dad went to heaven on March 26, 2009.

I began to say my father “passed away,” but stopped myself short of uttering that clearly unBiblical expression. Dad didn’t float into the unknown mist, didn’t vanish untraceably into nothingness. Rather, Gordon Rasmussen, went, at just the time God appointed, in just the way appointed, to be with God who created him. Dad went into the existence he was created to enjoy, in the presence of the Almighty God.
Nothing like the sickness of a loved one tests your theology. My dad had been sick for some time, losing mental capacity, losing bodily dexterity, losing his apparent contribution to society. So what were we as a family to make of it? If we were humanists, or Christians who didn’t really believe our theology, we would regret his departure as our last opportunity to be with dad. But given our theology, and conviction of its truthfulness, we were able to release our father (and husband, grandfather, uncle, friend) to his graduation to glory.

So our “Celebration of the life and ministry of Gordon Rasmussen” was truly a celebration. That is not to say I have not had tears…when my brother Jack called informing me of dad’s death, I cried for the loss, out of regret that dad had to suffer. But mainly mine were tears of relief for dad, for my mother, and for all of us who had cared for him as best we could.

In a way, I cried out of sympathy for all the fatherless in our world, for I was having just a mere taste of that loneliness. I thought of countless children who never knew a father in their whole lives. I on the other hand, had been blessed with a dad who was loving, honest, and a man of God. I’ll try to post a summary of his extraordinary life soon.

A great man… my father

(Newspaper write up)   Dr. Gordon F. Rasmussen, 86, of Turlock, California was ushered into the presence of his Lord and Savior on March 26, 2009. He is remembered as a loving husband, father, pastor, missionary and friend, and a humble servant of the Gospel of Christ.Gordon was born and raised in Seattle, Washington. He served his country with the U.S. Marines in WWII and was trained as a Japanese translator. Gordon also worked in his early years as an FBI agent (including a stint searching out Nazi operatives in Argentina), as a radio announcer, and as a Youth for Christ chapter president. Following the war, he met an Army nurse and the love of his life, June Edman, and they were married in 1949. They both felt God’s calling on their lives to full time ministry, and just two months after getting married, they left for Japan as missionaries with the Pocket Testament League. Among those who came to know the Lord during the three years of ministry in Japan was Mitsuo Fuchida, the Commander who led Japan’s attack on Pearl Harbor.After returning from Japan, Gordon received his Master of Theology degree from Dallas Theological Seminary in 1957. He returned to the mission field, this time to Nigeria, Africa, with his wife and four kids in tow, ages 6 months to 10 years old. Most of Gordon’s work was in the jungle villages of Africa, culminating with personally handing his 5 millionth Bible to the President of Dahomey. Although the rest of Gordon’s life and ministry was in the States, he provided continual encouragement to missionaries throughout his life.Gordon pastored churches in Dallas, Chicago, and Everett, Washington prior to moving to Turlock, California, where he was called as the senior pastor of Beulah Covenant Church. Turlock would become “home” to Gordon and his family. In 1965, God moved him to establish a non-denominational church in Turlock, Monte Vista Chapel. Gordon served as senior pastor of Monte Vista Chapel for 15 years and witnessed God’s goodness and blessing in remarkable ways.

In 1974, Gordon obtained his Ph.D from the California Graduate School of Theology. He served as President of Shasta Bible College in Redding, California from 1981 – 1985, after which he joined the Neighborhood Church of Redding as an associate pastor, where he served amidst a loving congregation until his retirement in 1994.Gordon loved to play tennis, work in the yard, study God’s Word and sing hymns. He was gentle and compassionate, and a man of integrity. He had a heart for the lost and the needy, and pursued God’s glory above all things. He was a loving and faithful husband and father, and we miss him. But we are rejoicing that he is now filled with immeasurable joy as he worships at the feet of his Savior in heaven.

Gordon is survived by his wife of 59 years, June; his four children and their spouses, Jack and Bonnie Rasmussen of Novato, CA; Bob and Lyn Rasmussen of Federal Way, WA; Rich and Pam Rasmussen of San Gabriel, CA; and Diane and Scott Hefner of Macon, GA; along with nine grandchildren and two great grandchildren. He was preceded in death by his parents, Ole and Hilma Rasmussen; his stepfather, Harold Lyman; his sister, Dorothy Christie; and legions of people who came to know Christ through his life and ministry.





Shoes

9 05 2011

Shoes

brown, wing-tipped

supple and warm with use

dusty from recent trek

needed as stand-by companions

Sitting now

waiting the call to action

ready but still

empty

cool

The feet that gave them shape have gone away

journeying no more

My father’s shoes

changed in a moment

sadly unneeded

suited to no other feet