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|Let the memory of George be with us forever|
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, George Hinman, . We will remember him forever.
"(I had posted last week, but somehow it did not go through. Perhaps the Lord sovereignly allowed it as it was incomplete.) My heart weighs heavily on me this past week due to hearing the sad news (both in the same week and both used to meet in the same locality, San Francisco, in the good ol’ days) of the passing of 2 of our dear brothers that most of us know… one of whom, of course, is our dear Brother and friend, George Hinman.
I felt compelled in my spirit to write a few words for my dear Brother George as I do miss him very much. I would like to shed some light on other parts of our dear Brother’s life that most of you may not be aware of or have shared on. I regret having lost touch with him and many dear saints who have visited this site over the years due partly to my ultra-introverted personality, which made me not very communicable. (Thank the Lord for His transformation work in me for the sake of the Church life and its building… that I have shed off most of my natural man through much dealing of the cross for many years, so that a new person meeting me now would never have thought that I am an introverted person at all in the least. Having said that, I sincerely apologize for either not having the time for being deeply involved in the Church life or for not having the contact info. to contact many of you.)
I would like to shed some light on other parts of our dear Brother’s life that most of you may not be aware of or have not shared on. George, Jeff Edwards and Johnson Chan were 3 of my closest friends during my high school to my post graduate days. As I alluded to above that I used to be highly introverted then, so I actually do not have many saints or friends outside the church very close to me in those days aside from these 3 brothers. In my close acquaintance with George, I came to realize his deep distress and heart-ache back in those days in longing for a bride. I not only prayed for him concerning this matter, but also practically rendered my help in attempting to set him up twice with sisters that may be a good match for him. Sovereignly, the Lord allowed me to fail, else our brother would not have met his true beloved wife, Holly :) I thank the Lord for answering mine and I’m sure many others of our prayers for him in this matter… even though the introduction of Holly to him was not through my instrumentality :) Even God Himself said in Genesis 2:18 that “It is not good for man to be alone…” As this prayer for a counterpart echoed the desire of God for man and is a picture of His own deep longing for the Church as His Counterpart, He definitely answered our prayers.
After their marriage, I drove up to Oregon by myself (9-10 hour drive one way) at least 3 times to visit him and Holly’s family. He showed me some Steel-head fishing spots and it was the first time I’ve ever seen such wondrous Salmon-run through a narrow river in person. Most importantly, I saw that George was indeed happily married. Once I saw him sat back, put his feet up on the table with an expression of satisfaction– a stance that I have seen before being married to Holly. At least one other posting also attested to this fact. I was overjoyed to have seen and realized that he was settled in and complete as a man.
Many of the testimonies already mentioned what a talented self-taught musician he was and I too can testified to that… from the guitar, piano, to the bugle, which I didn’t know he had also learnt! I saw him often on the keyboard diligently composing his music. One thing that many people may not be aware of is that he can play most of these instruments by ear --this is something that not even the professionally taught and trained musicians can do! I'm certain that the Lord will assign him a role among the musicians in the heavenly philharmonic to play the music in our eternal praise to our God.
He was also a joker with a great sense of humor. In spite of his frown with a serious look on his face sometimes, I can always get him to laugh. He also brought me a lot of laughter in my times of depression. Sometimes he and Jeff would wrestle in front of me and that was truly entertaining to say the least
To conclude, I’d like to dedicate a song that I wrote in the early 90s to our dear Brother George as a fellow song-writer that befits the sentiment at this time, and hope that it would also bring us some comfort at this time, esp. to Holly and her family:
Comfort in Trials – Trusting the Lord
(Lyrics by Overcomer Wu; Music:”I don't know about tomorrow”)
1. Though our pilgrim's path grows narrow
And afflictions multiply;
We would never cease to follow,
For on Him we can rely;
'Twas this path our Lord had trodden
That He gained our God's delight;
Now He waits for us to hasten,
As His coming's now in sight.
All Thy plans for me tomorrow,
In Thy wisdom Thou has planned
Till Thy grandeur fades all shadow,
In Thy glory I shall stand.
2. As my soul is drenched in sorrow,
Christ my Hope shall n’er depart.
He has borne me through each shadow,
Grace and comfort He imparts.
He assures the day is coming,
When from pain I would be freed:
Clad with Joy that knows no ending,
Plunged in Peace that n'er recede.
3. I don't know about tomorrow
Be it bright or misty gray;
But I know He holds tomorrow,
And assured… He leads the way.
I may wake in His full likeness,
Or His Mercy, life remain.
This I pray: His Goal in fullness,
In my life shall soon attain.
Though to us, we’ve lost a most beloved Brother/friend/companion, George Hinman; to him… he has attained to the glory that we all long and hope for. As the apostle Paul said, “for to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain” (Phi. 1:21).
“For we know that if our earthly house, this tent, is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. 2. For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed with our habitation which is from heaven, 3. if indeed, having been clothed, we shall not be found naked. 4. For we who are in this tent groan, being burdened, not because we want to be unclothed, but further clothed, that mortality may be swallowed up by life… We are confident, yes, well pleased rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord.” (2 Cor. 5:1-4, 8)
To Holly and your family (as well as to those of us who mourn for the loss of our Brother George)… May the God of Consolation (Rom. 15:4m) be with you in this time of bereavement! “The Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all! Amen!” (2 Cor. 13:14)."
"Just recently I was telling myself it's about time to give George a call. We had last spoken at least 6 months back and, as always, I was looking forward to hearing his voice and catching up on things. My heart sank upon receiving news I'd have to wait till the next age to speak to dear George! Carol and I will treasure both the memories of having him in our life in San Francisco, as well as the visits to Oregon, receiving exceptional hospitality.
Our heart goes out to all his family, but especially to you, Holly. Knowing your dear husband as we did, we can somehow imagine your feeling of great loss. George was just a wonderful person and we miss him already.
May our love go out to you, Holly.
Jim & Carol"
"I have very fond memories of George from when I was a kid. I remember he was at our house a lot, drove a VW Beetle, and he was a fantastic musician. George was incredibly friendly and funny. He came over to watch the Olympics and attended many prayer meetings. My favorite memory of George is when he dressed up as a clown and performed at my birthday party for my friends! I miss you, George, and can't wait to see you and all our loved ones again. May you rest in peace in the arms of our Lord Jesus, our Brother."
"I remember George fondly as a great companion and friend. I was always amazed and greatly pleased with his musical talents on both the guitar and piano. He will be missed but we look forward to seeing him again in the future with all who have gone before us. Louisa and I remember dearly the time we went to Mt. Saint Helens with George and Holly before they married. George was always very companionable and fun. A great person to fellowship with. We'll be looking for you George! God speed . Bill and Louisa Kiem"
"I came to know George in San Francisco 37 years ago. Although I lost contact with George over the years, my association with him has left a life long impression. As a college student I shared a flat with George in San Francisco during summer breaks. George and I made great memories singing, cooking, camping and sharing meaningful conversations. George loved to read the bible and shared with me his experiences of our Lord Jesus. I always appreciated his genuine, humble personality and his humor. George was very easy to be around.
Here are the lyrics to a song George wrote many years ago:
I used to wake up late at night and wonder
What my life was really for
I never, ever really knew the answer
But I knew there had to be something more
Friends around would let me down when they would tell me
Don’t be weak, don’t be meek
You gotta be strong
Deep inside I couldn’t hide the pain that I was feeling
Hopeless and emptiness was my only song
And all I saw in front of me
Was just an eternal grave
It frightened and it shivered me
It made me so afraid
Hopelessness ahead of me
Beyond my own control
But then Your love appeared to me
You saved my wretched soul
Because You loved me
And You died for me
And You nailed death on that rugged tree for eternity
Although we mourn for the loss of our dear friend and brother in Christ, we are not without hope. We look forward to seeing George in the coming resurrection. 1 Thessalonians 4:17-18.
Our family sends our love an condolences to George's wife and family. You are in our prayers during this time of loss.
"George Hinman - Aug 27, 2016
I came to know George through church about 37 years ago, and became friends because we shared the love of God, fellowship and music together. When I was in high school, just learning how to play the guitar, he and other brothers and sisters would take me under their wings; they would lead by playing their guitars and the piano in the meetings, and allowed me to play along in order to practice and get better at it. After the meetings, George would sometimes share with my brother and me some of his original songs, or his tunes put to scripture. His worship music and lyrics moved me deeply and I really wanted to learn how to reproduce them for my own solitary worship and meditation. So, I would write down lyrics for some of my favorite songs of his, and ask him to help us put the proper chords to the words. Years later, it was funny, because my brother and I would play his songs back to him and he'd say that he had forgotten that piece of his music. He was constantly, producing music, but he did not put any of it down on paper, and then the newer pieces would displace, in his memory, the older ones. I don't know how many more songs he may have created over the years that only he could reproduce, but it has to be in the hundreds if not over a thousand.
I had a few firsts with George. My first time skiing, George was there. George first introduced me to the concept of grinding coffee fresh for each cup. He ground whole beans on a hand cranked grinder, before electric grinders became popular. He made it seem easy to make up songs, and I asked for his advice on some of my first songs. He was the first one who sang Neil Diamonds, “Sweet Caroline,” for me, and did so at my wedding.
George was a musical savant. He was self taught on the guitar and piano, when I first met him and through the years would pick up other instruments that he would teach himself to play...like the violin, Keller, the mandolin... I think Holly told me the bugle was one of the last instruments he learned to play. He could not help it. Music coursed through his veins, and out of his ears to his fingers. He could hear a song once and reproduce the melody on an instrument. He was a prolific creator of music. He was gifted with the ability to come up with original music and lyrics as easily and naturally as it is for us to breathe air and for fish to swim. He had this interactive game he played with the young children when he played the guitar for them at Sunday school. He would make up a phrase of song, and then request a child to fill in the blank with the name of an animal of their spontaneous choosing. Then he would, in real time, complete the ending of the song with creative lyrics and mimicry that rhymed and corresponded with the animal they just named! I was amazed with his genius. He would have kids laughing out loud from sheer delight. You felt free to be silly around George, and he could go as seriously deep as you could, too. He, as he put it, wore his heart on his sleeve. He could help you, through performing a song, lose yourself in the middle of it. Almost as if you were in the eye of the storm, the center of the tornado. Though the sound of his music may have whirled around and surrounded you, the emotional intensity was amplified at the core, and you could not help but be touched by the message.
Though he was so talented, the lust for status, for material wealth, for the things of this world, even just a desire for recognition, had no power over him. I never saw him act as if he had anything over another, even when he taught. He was never pretentious or ever tried to hold power over another individual. He never sought to control, or even thought it a possibility. It was George's character to share, teach and draw the best ability out of another. His humility was endearing, and he inadvertently pulled you in to his fan club. He was so much fun to be around. He was funny, witty, smart, selfless, deferent and authentic. He never made anyone feel awkward. He was free. He had no vice. The joys in his life were real; they were simple but profound; deep, not inflated.
He loved his bride, appreciated all her qualities and let her know it, and no matter what they went through, he stayed by her side and loved and treasured her through it.
He loved all kinds of creatures and this was evident in the way his pets trusted and loved him back. One unique practice George had was to take his bird on his shoulder into the shower with him! Oh yeah, another first. I had never heard of that before.
He was a huge fan of the Indiana Jones character played by Harrison Ford, and would sometimes impersonate him while donning a similar hat and jacket.
He loved music, and it also comforted him back, spoke to him, allowed him an outlet of expression, creativity, passion, solace. When we were younger, many of us in the church spent hours together singing and playing music together. Even if some of us were not that good, George would never make faces or flinch. He just enjoyed that we were making music together and it was so nourishing to the soul. We were just loving the Lord, and it was bonding, healing, growing us all up together into Him.
He loved nature, and would make a regular habit of immersing himself into it, where God's creation and majesty were evident. Where you could go and just know that there is no excuse..God is the master designer. I think he was grounded, restored and invigorated by these get aways.
Though he would readily acknowledge the bad with the good, he just had a way of making you feel positive when you were around him, and not because he was lecturing or teaching you how. He was just a living example of one who had more than this world has to offer and was contented with the eternal while sojourning in this temporary place with the rest of us. When you were in George's presence, life was good.
Holly shared with me about the day that he had - his last day on earth. It, as I imagined it while she shared with me, was the perfect day. He had the love of his life by his side. In the morning, they challenged their minds with games of Sudoku, which Holly said George was brilliant at. He completed three challenging levels at once. Then they got in the car and took an excursion to an island, where they had a idyllic picnic lunch of sandwiches and two cobs of corn, each. When they got to the beach, the sun came out, and it was so beautiful that George wanted to stay longer. They stayed 5 hours. Swimming, laying on the beach, talking, and enjoying nature's sounds, scents, sights and touches.
The way Holly tells the story speaks volumes about the love she and George shared. She didn't complain about her hardships of the day, she told it from George's view. Their souls melded to the point where she relayed and remembers the day through his eyes. This reminds me of the passion the Shulamite expressed in the Song of Songs 8:6. This is a love that is stronger than death, that is more powerful than the grave. I'm confident that though his physical body is laid to rest, his spirit will be cheering for us to press forward toward the goal of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
Though I was shocked and upset by George's sudden leave, I take comfort now, in the knowledge that we will see him again, and we will sing and make music together again. I am so thankful that I had on some part of my journey, shared the road with this godly, spiritual brother of mine, who helped me to experience genuine humility, creativity, contentment, profound appreciation of creation, gentleness, the joy of true worship, fellowship and the love of God for others."
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