It is with sorrow and rejoicing that we announce that John David Riley stepped into heaven to be with his beloved Lord Jesus in the pre-dawn hours of Wednesday, Feb. 26, 2014. His whole life was "constrained by the love of Christ" to show those for whom his heart ached and bled the Way to redemption and hope. He always managed to interject his testimony and witness into even the most obscure conversations. He was funny, enjoyed word-play, and was a jack-of-all-trades-and-master-of-them-all. He dearly missed his sweet wife, Annie, who preceded him into death in 2011. Their eventful lives were filled with blessings and hardship. It is with thankful hearts that we know they are at peace and resting in the arms of a Great Big God.
A Memorial Service will be held Friday, March 7, 1:00 p.m. at 1st Assembly of God Church, 3401 25th St. S., Fargo, ND 58104. RSVP on Facebook to Judyth Grover, Teresa Buckingham or Susan Riley; or send an email to jegrover1@hotmail.com.
Flowers and cards may be sent in care of Judy Grover, 107 Ames Ave., Harwood, ND 58042.
A memorial fund has been established with World Gospel Mission to continue the work to which David and Annie Riley devoted their lives. To donate, send a designated check to 3783 East State Road 18, 3783, Marion, IN 46952, or call (765)664-7331 to contribute by credit card over the phone.
Tributes
Leave a tributeup on me when David, Paul, Tom & I were in boarding school in Port Shepstone, Natal, South Africa. He was concerned that I didn't get too
homesick, & that I was safe & didn't need anything. His knowledge of
languages stayed with him. Recently I called to ask him what a Zulu
word, that had just popped into my head, meant. He said that means
strength, like the strength God gives us when we have to endure very
difficult times. He and Annie went through so much. Love to their Godly
children, Judyth, Teresa, Susan, Eric and their families.
My mom told the story of the government wanting to teach Flemish in the schools. many organizations were in a panic. but the Friends had David Riley: he had grown up in S Africa & knew Flemish well! when the inspectors came around, expecting to close down the Protestant schools = there they were, totally up to & beyond the government regulations!
I also recall that there had been many robberies in the Buja area & the police came to Uncle David & Aunt Annie asking for help.
Uncle David made a big deal in a public area (a restaurant? the local duka?) about having the mission money on hand & being worried about his safety.
Aunt Annie & the kids left the house, some cops took up residence in a bathroom & back bedroom.
sure enough, the robbers came around demanding the money. down the hall, past the splashing in the bathroom (oh, my wife is in there taking a bath), into the back bedroom. and the robbers were surrounded & captured!
a visit to the Riley's included hugs, fresh baked goodies, funny stories, new kittens . . . whether in Burundi or Kansas.
love & prayers to each of you: Eric, Susan, Judy, & Teresa
and your families.
Ginna (Orcutt) Scott
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up on me when David, Paul, Tom & I were in boarding school in Port Shepstone, Natal, South Africa. He was concerned that I didn't get too
homesick, & that I was safe & didn't need anything. His knowledge of
languages stayed with him. Recently I called to ask him what a Zulu
word, that had just popped into my head, meant. He said that means
strength, like the strength God gives us when we have to endure very
difficult times. He and Annie went through so much. Love to their Godly
children, Judyth, Teresa, Susan, Eric and their families.
My parents, my heroes. Dad passed away unexpectedly in the wee morning hours of February 26, and my mind has been flooded with good memories ever since. There are many, but the one I keep coming back to was Christmas, 1999, when Mom and Dad came to visit us in Fort Collins. Dad would get up every morning at 6 am to have coffee and read the paper with me, while everyone else in the house was asleep. Our time would lead to great conversations, a little friendly debate once in awhile, laughter, and always food for thought. Love you forever, Dad ... give Mom a big hug from me.