~~ Obituary ~~
Jere Kent Stearman, 75, of Calhoun, Georgia, went to sleep in Jesus on Sunday evening, March 3, 2013, at his home following a battle with cancer. Jere was born August 25, 1937 in Kingman, Kansas, and grew up in Wichita. He was preceded in death by his parents Melford C. and Doris L. Stearman.
Jere is survived by his wife of nearly 53 years, Marilyn Stearman; son, Kent C. Stearman of Seoul, South Korea; daughter and son-in-law, Kathy and David Pflugrad of Fort Myers, Florida; two younger sisters, Barbara Hansen and her husband Ivan of Adairsville, Georgia; and Patricia Hansen of Cape Coral, Florida; three younger brothers, David Stearman of Terra Bella, California; Michael Stearman and his wife Tonya of Weaverville, California; and Greg Stearman and his wife Kathy of Berrien Springs, Michigan; and many nieces and nephews.
Jere had lived in Calhoun since 2004 and was an active member of the Calhoun Seventh-day Adventist Church. He had worked part-time in maintenance at the Georgia-Cumberland Conference of Seventh-day Adventists. Previously, he resided in several areas of Kansas; Lexington, Kentucky; Austin, Texas; and Seale, Alabama. During Jere’s 27 year career with IBM he helped develop the first inkjet printer for office use. His accomplishments include building a house for his family in the 1970’s. Jere loved nature and had a lifelong fascination with airplanes, electricity and electronics. He was known as a helpful friend and neighbor who could fix anything.
Online condolences may be posted below. Longer stories or special memories may be shared using the "Stories" tab above. The Stearman family will be grateful for every treasured memory.
~~ Memorial Contributions ~~
Friends and family are invited to make memorial contributions to Gospel Ministries International, PO Box 506, Collegedale, TN 37315, www.gospelministry.org, 423-473-1841.
~~ Memorial Service Program ~~
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A memorial service was held on Sabbath, March 16, 2013 at 5:00 PM, in Calhoun, Georgia, at the Calhoun Seventh-day Adventist Church. It was streamed live on the internet allowing friends and family who were unable to be physically present to be comforted by the service. The family wishes to express their deepest gratitide to each one who made the service so beautiful and meaningful. The program was as follows:
Organ Meditation: Cheryl Smith
Congregational Hymn: "What a Friend We Have in Jesus"
Musical Selection by a Men's Group: "O, When Shall I See Jesus"
Congregational Hymn: "No Night There"
Opening Prayer: Chaplain Dave Smith
Life Sketch: Pastor Gary Rustad
Musical Selection by Carl Anderson & Norm Wilson: "Asleep In Jesus"
Message: Pastor Ken Mittleider
Closing Prayer: Pastor Gary Rustad
Organ Postlude: Cheryl Smith
Tributes
Leave a tributeIt's with a sad heart that I remember Jere's passing, but with a glad heart that I can remember him and his friendly can - do attitude. Both Marilyn and Jere were good neighbors and I'm sad to not be in that area now. I am reminded that God walks with us through the tough times, and promises a bright tomorrow.
My prayers are with you today. May you continue to have peace and happiness in your life. Jere was a great friend to me and is missed. I am looking forward to seeing him again very soon.
As I talked with Marilyn this afternoon, she was focusing on all that God has/is providing her, and especially supported friends that seem to show up just when she needs their help. As she said, God is good.
Peace be with you all.
Glenda
I was crying while I was reading the email knowing the loss of your Dad. I was thinking way back in the 80s when you took me home w you to Austin, TX for not sure what? Spring break or Thanksgiving or.....I couldn't recall the occasion. Your mom cut my hair n your dad gave me a ride on an old John Deer tractor. I was standing beside your dad. I still have the picture. I remember your Dad who smiled all the time. The last time we talked you told me he fixed everything in the community where they lived n everybody knows everybody.
Wow, he went fast - 7 months from his diagnosis. Yes, indeed "Come soon Lord God Almighty" he is resting n waiting till Jesus blows that trumpet n says "wake up Jere". We all will see him again with the new body, no more that wicked cancer cells!!!!
Even though I met Jere only once or twice, I remember him as a special person, a kind and energetic person with a heart full of love for the Lord. Kathy, you resemble him so much physically, and your spirit carries his special character on. I pray the Peace of our Savior is with you as we all wait for His return.
Marilyn and family as they look forward to the "grand reunion" soon
to come. Jere was an inspiration to everyone. He was so kind and
welcoming to newcomers to the church. We will miss him.
I was acquainted with Jere at Union College where he was one of my electronics teachers. He was great! Read Psalm 91 for comfort.
Good Night Jere, we'll see you in the Morning!
God Bless
Gary
Leave a Tribute
It's with a sad heart that I remember Jere's passing, but with a glad heart that I can remember him and his friendly can - do attitude. Both Marilyn and Jere were good neighbors and I'm sad to not be in that area now. I am reminded that God walks with us through the tough times, and promises a bright tomorrow.
It was 1976-1977 in Austin, Texas and I met Jere at IBM. Jere worked in one department and I worked in another. We both had the same boss, Ray Thompson. To this date I have always thought about Jere, wondering where he was and always my wife and I kept him in prayer. He helped me turn my garage into a bedroom on a home we had purchased in 1974. Here was so skillful and ready to take off his shirt to give to someone else and help. I remember that one weekend he extended an invitation to me and my wife Connie and to join him and his family to a Seventh Day Adventist event in either Dallas or Ft. Worth Texas. During our breaks at noon at IBM Jere and I would brake away and pray in the parking lot. I always missed Jere and his friendship.
So, Marilyn, from Connie and Ray Balli please accept our most deepest condolences.
God bless you, always and in all ways.
Ray and Connie Balli
512-796-6471
12602 Parkland Dr
Austin, Texas
Union College
I remember jere back in the school year 1959/60 at Union College, I was taking an electronics class and he was our teacher for some of it. He would "un-fix" old radios and then have us try to figure out what was wrong with them as part of our learning experience. One I had to try to fix, he had drilled a hole in a capacitor and when we turned it on to see what was wrong with the radio , the capacitor exploded like a firecracker.
Fun times we had.
Gary Eitel
Memorial Service at Georgia Regents University
On Friday, November 14, 2014, Mother and I attended the 1PM memorial service on the campus of GRU in Augusta, Georgia, in honor of Dad and 133 other body donors for their medical education programs. Musical selections were interspersed with readings* and remarks by staff and students. We were especially blessed to hear from the students, who regarded these donors as their first patients. They expressed deep gratitude for the opportunity to study these bodies so they could acquire the knowledge to help future patients throughout their careers. Students from several disciplines had benefited: future physicians, physician assistants, nurse anesthetists, physical therapists, occupational therapists, dentists, and medical illustrators. The program included a reading of the donors’ names, a consecration of the cremains by the chaplain, and ended with a bagpipe rendition of “Amazing Grace.” It was all very meaningful and made us realize that these students considered body donations to be the ultimate gift. We came away feeling that Dad’s choice was a high form of stewardship.
Afterward, we walked to the campus memorial garden where, under the shelter of a white awning, a stone engraved “2014” marked an open grave containing the individually boxed remains of the 53 donors whose families chose to have them buried there, including Dad’s. The hedged garden was small, but impeccably kept with a vine covered entry arch, a caduceus sculpture surrounded by a raised flower bed of pansies, wooden benches, and—under a big magnolia tree—a plaque reading, “In memory of those who generously gave their bodies to help future generations through medical research and education.” As we lingered, the platform bouquets from the memorial service were placed around the grave, and we had the opportunity to express our thanks in person to David Adams and Nan Eaton who had been so helpful when we called GRU with questions. We remained to see the grave filled and the grass replaced. We had a good sense of closure knowing where, and how respectfully, Dad was buried.
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*The following touching poem was included and seemed to encapsulate the message of the service.
“Anatomy Teacher”
When I touched your hands,
I touched hands that had felt
The chill of 94 winters,
Fingers that had stretched in the sunlight
Of as many springs.
When I touched your feet,
I touched feet that had walked
The paths of nine decades,
Toes curling and uncurling through
The uncertainty of five wars.
When I touched your arms,
I touched the arms that had
Braced you from and embraced the world,
A world I know only through
Historians and faded photographs.
When I stared into the shell of your eyes,
I saw the screen upon which
A million irreplaceable scenes had been played,
Visions of a world rapidly changing,
At once both like and unlike my own.
When I held your heart in my hands,
In a moment filled with awe and grace,
I held a heart whose mysteries I will never know,
A heart that gave me the gift of itself.
When you invited me to know you,
To be a guest in the house that
Your spirit left,
To touch your body more intimately
Than any lover could, you forever altered my life.
My feet, with the knowledge of yours,
Will walk into the future
Carrying you with me.
My hands, as they reach out to comfort and heal,
Will do so never forgetting the
Delicacy of yours.
My eyes, as they sweep across the
Landscapes of my future,
Will find in it reflections of
The world I saw as yours.
My heart, in the rhythm of its beating,
Will carry with it
The stillness and wonder of your heart,
Lying silent in my hands.
by Amy Marie Millikan