Those who had the opportunity to meet almost never called by name. Guadalupe Quiroz. Even in meetings where there was a predetermined protocol, as we call Pastora Lupita.
In all honesty, there may be many readers of this blog which have known more than me. I met her, as I met Pastor Moses, a product of the youth department activities, especially in the Board meetings, so often did in the church of La Florida, in mid-week and up long hours of the night. But my first conversations, which surpassed the barrier simple greeting, came when the pastors began to develop their roles within the Church of Puente Alto. All this, after the death of our beloved Pastor Zulema Guajardo. It was there where I could meet its enormous human and spiritual stature. Many times, mostly in recent times, allowed me the honor of being at the table and talk much to her. An extremely wise woman. One ahead of time. A courageous Christian woman, founder of our Church, who at an early age began to serve the Lord. And it did until today, the last day of his earthly life. Needless to add, Dorcas she was Head of the Class of Casas Viejas, until her husband, then Bro. Moses was appointed Works Manager in the class then Bellavista, which passed a church eventually became, in the current commune of La Florida. That, since 1967. Until 2003, our Pastor Zulema dies and at the conferences of the year 2004, at the conferences of the Church of San Carlos, are transferred to the Church of Puente Alto headquarters and parent company of our mission.
this year, was serving 55 years of marriage with our Bishop, Rev. Moses Peralta Guajardo.
currently Deaconess served as pastor of the Mission and as Chair of the Department Dorcas of our mission, a position that was recently re-elected, a few weeks ago in the Convention of Dorcas, of which she hosted.
is again the loss of a mother. Our beloved "mamadre" as he had said our Poet Laureate. That's where a series of questions and feelings and sullenly seditious act, especially in a contradictory manner. Many believe that Christianity makes us exempt us from our feelings. It is not, nor should it be so. Our Lord wept at the grave of his friend Lazarus. Then nobody will take away our right to mourn and remember her as the person who was dear. And here comes the contradiction. In my church, when a brother died while he was sailing, it makes a great lunch, involving all those attending the funeral chapel. On one occasion we asked the Pastora Lupita why they did that. And she said that when a child of God departed to heaven was a party. And the other feeling is that contradictory. As Christians we have the tremendous that she has had the enormous "profit" have come to the Lord's arms. Death for us believers, the meaning of life, because we believe that she, as all those who have died in the Lord, the Lord's Day, will rise from their graves. He is faithful, the one who dressed in the clothes of a humble carpenter from Galilee, said almost two thousand years ago: "I am the resurrection and the life: he that believeth in me, though he die, shall live" (John 11:25). Therefore, our hope of seeing her alive and radiant in the New Jerusalem, home to our beloved Jesus has gone to prepare.
All this is encouraging. The words of philosopher Immanuel Kant come to my mind, this simple evocation: "In the world there are a host of things that do not ever understand, but in the new world, God will prove that everything was necessary" . We believe that this has been necessary, since the will of God is always good, pleasing and perfect.
A fraternal hug to all my brothers and sisters of Rising Pentecostal Church, especially to our beloved Pastor Moses and his family. Pastora Lupita
here, sadly, we say Goodbye ...
believe fervently that up in heaven, they are saying, gleefully, Welcome!
Brother Luis Pino Moyano.
Director, Juvenile Department.
"I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write,
Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord. Yea, saith the Spirit, rest from their labors, their works do follow them. "
(Revelation 14:13).
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