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Pastor Funmi, It’s a simple request and it’s better this way.

Dear Pastor Funmi:
We are grieving still…
We will say our goodbyes…yet again and life will resume shortly there after but we will continue to remember you. Even though you’ve completed your race and have since joined the angelic choir in cheering us on. It is very tough to accept. Honestly, it’s tough!

Indeed there are others who are going through similar pain or just healing, our hearts go out to you today. May the God of all comfort establish your hearts with Grace, Peace and Hope in Jesus Name, Amen. We could simply say let’s be expedient and only mourn and grieve in private yet there’s something about this that messes up our theology but we promise to be brave. I read the shortest verse in the bible in Luke 11:35; "JESUS WEPT". So forgive us if we fail to maintain our composure and let it rip tonight and tomorrow.

Pst Funmi, let’s us be honest; the script changed.
All the while, our conversations have been about that Thanksgiving service when your body’s been rid of those ‘aliens’ and you’ve been certified ready for all activities. A bowling game was already on our list of things to do…remember you invited us many years ago to a game at Brunswick Zone, Naperville. Do you remember? Of course you do. Your game needs deliverance and resurrection by the way.

When you became weaker and couldn’t say much, you hung in there and yet encouraged us with your jest & pranks. Those acts brought smiles to our faces and ‘fooled’ us…

So since you didn’t warn us, you didn’t prepare us… allow us act out our pain. Even after we received the event details, we held out hope that someone would scream "April’s Fool", and it would be appropriate since we are still in April. Can you imagine I do have my phone by me and no one has called yet. So it must be true. So tonight we are having a Service of Songs ceremony and gosh, can’t-believe-I-am-saying-it; your burial ceremony, oops it’s titled Home-Going Ceremony tomorrow. It’s going to be weird…Well, it’s appropriate, you are already home…you’ve gone home.

Can you see PFunmi what you’ve done to us? Many of us are just numb…this feels like a blow, a sucker punch to the abdomen and we are gasping for breath. We can’t bring ourselves to believe it, yet it’s true. This week, Lande has been messed up, sighing uncontrollably, crying and sobbing intermittently. She isn’t the only one…I have received a few phone calls advising some on how to handle their significant others, siblings and friends. I know you will understand, we are not weak we are just trying to cope with humanity and the pain of the death of a loved one.

The plan after Lande’s last visit was to return on Thursday, well guess what we were there alright on Thursday but you weren’t there. You had changed locations. Indeed, God’s plan was revealed. Yep, just like Paul to be absent in the body is to be present with the Lord. See now that you’ve left, it’s been tough…just last week your faces became people’s profile picture. It was surreal.

You were a rare one and that’s why this will be tough.
We knew each other well before we came over to Jesus House to pastor the Young Adult Ministry (180 Degrees) and yet our ministry/working relationship didn’t disrupt our personal relationships.

You were a rare one…even after we moved onto start the work at The Riverbank, we never lost touch as we shared fellowship, broke bread and kept in touch. We will miss you, especially the rare friendship we had. Be rest assured, the seeds of friendship you planted in our hearts (as well as others) will yield a harvest, as we invest our strength and time into your lovely family. We will keep them close in our prayers and in deeds. We will remind them about the little things you did and how you made life a better place.
It’s the least we could do and we will do it.

So instead of saying goodbye, let’s just say we sent you on an errand so here goes…please don’t refuse us.
It’s better this way. It’s a simple request…

  • Please ask Abraham what he saw that made him leave all behind…
  • Please ask Isaac, what he thought of as his father tied him to the altar…
  • Please ask Moses, what made him leave the palace…
  • Please ask Enoch, how the breeze felt when he rode the chariot of fire to heaven…
  • Please ask Elijah the same too…
  • Please ask Noah how it felt starting over again…
  • Please ask Rahab, what she saw in those spies…
  • Please ask Joshua how he left after Moses left…
  • Please ask Peter how exciting was it when he received forgiveness for the denial…
  • Please ask Stephen if he felt those stones before he uttered those prayers of forgiveness in Acts.
  • Please ask Paul how bright and intense was that light he saw that led to his conversion…
  • Please ask the other Saints (old and young) what they saw at their point of transformation…

We will ask Jesus tonight if you went around asking questions, so you better…please feel free to tweet, email or post a comment on FB (it’s OK you can use other people).

You will forever be remembered and appreciated…Thank you for the memories.
Go ahead rest, you’ve run your race…you’ve finished your course.

Sincerely,
Flo & Lande Falayi
Pastors, The Riverbank Church
560 W. Van Buren, Chicago IL
www.theriverbank.org

PS: Pastor Funmi Adewole went to be with the Lord on Wednesday, April 17th, 2013 at the age of 46.

She is survived by her husband, three children, siblings, families and friends worldwide.

  • It is well, very painful but God really knows best……

  • Olusola Izuora

    I’m yet to recover from this shock. Our meeting in Aurora was divine. You dote so much on my Precious ones. Your care for Keji’s health stood out. You held Toluwanimi in your arms and soaked her life in prayers as she was christened. Could not make sense of your passing to glory when Fisayo mentioned it. Yours was a life spent for others. Your smile infectious, your counsels unparalleled. Adieu! Great soldier of Christ. We all miss you greatly.

  • Olubunmi Aina

    May God in his infinite mercy grant her an eternal rest and her family and friends the fortitude to bear this irreparable loss.

  • Helen

    May God grant the family and friends fortitude to bear the loss.

  • Hmmmm….such a beautiful woman inside & outside. May her soul rest in peace.