How time flies: Jesus Christ has transformed your lowly body , Funke, so that it is like his glorious body amen.

Forever in our hearts. Rest on...

We continue to miss your cheery attitude and practical mind especially at family events!

The LORD beckoned her with outstretched hand
And whispered softly of an unknown land,
But she was not afraid to go
For though the path she did not know
She took HIS hand without a fear
For God who safely brought her here
Had promised He would lead the way
Into eternity's bright day. (From Helen Steiner Rice)
Beloved Funke Continue to rest in Peace.

About Benjamin he said: “Let the beloved of the LORD rest secure in him, for he shields him all day long, and the one the LORD loves rests between his shoulders.” Amen Deut 33 : 12
Continue Funke to be in glory

Funke worked with me for two years in the NGO - Empowerment and Action Research Centre (EMPARC) established in 1992 in Lagos to promote Health and Social Justice. She worked as an administrator, but as with all the staff, took an active interest in all the programs of the organisation. Partly as a result of this but also because she was such a "people person", many years after she left and moved to Canada, she worked in other NGOs and through the Redeemed Church on many aspects of health and social justice in communities especially in Vancouver, British Columbia. This is an edited version of a piece that she wrote for the RCCG newsletter/magazine which was sent to me by one of her friends. It struck me as thought provoking and revealing one of the many sides of my sister as beloved family mobiliser, community aunty, friend, church worker, food kitchen organiser, shop steward and many other things!
As we remember and still miss her today, six years after her passing, I wanted to share it with you all.
May her soul continue to Rest In Peace.
Toun

Come Unity?
"Yet I am poor and needy; may the Lord think of me. You are my help and my deliverer; O my God, do not delay. Psalm 40:17… the cry of the needy.
"But when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind." Luke 14:13… the charge to us all.
A couple of nights ago as I contemplated this editorial, the word community simply took a foot hold in my mind. I thought of the first four letters COMM and its reference to communication derived from Latin "communis", meaning to share. The exchange may be intentional or unintentional, may involve conventional or unconventional signals, may take linguistic or non linguistic forms, and may occur through spoken or other modes.
With these thoughts and wiki definitions I drifted of to sleep and dreamt of my roots - the seafood seller who stopped by to check on mother, because in a space of two weeks Mama had not beckoned to her or bought any of her wares (we explained mama was away). The same rang true for the vulcanizer, the fruit seller, the petrol station attendant, the bank staff, the recharge card seller to name a few. As I reflect on these gestures I see true community, observing your neighbours or those who affect your life regularly knowing their needs asking after them and stretching a hand of favour to them. Yes, and the fact that societies function and exists very well without a government run social service system show that the Black /African lifestyle, though fraught with its own problems, has certainly understood and got community right far more than in the so called first world. In the world that I now live, I don’t know my neighbour, I telephone ahead before I go anywhere, I wait for an invitation to attend a function, I am constantly being reminded in church to call a friend or acquaintance that I did not see at service; the home fellowships, natural groups in church are a major operation to establish and maintain. I ruminate as to what changes a person who comes from such deeply rooted community extraction, when they move or change base.
But all things reflected, I must say that the faith-based groups have set the basis and pace for true community in the west, community at the grassroots, not some highfalutin philanthropic venture where ¾ of the resources get stuck in salaries and administration. Programs such as soup kitchens, cold weather shelters, after- school programs, music/instrument lessons, community kitchens, prison outreach, counselling, food banks, craft circles and sports teams, to name a few, are all offered and supported free of charge to those that need such services. The community relations initiative Canada of the Redeemed Christian Church of God North America, (RCCG) encourages, supports and delivers all avenues of outreach into communities, based on a needs assessment for each unique place. 
In this issue of the CRICket, you will read of the many projects and activities across Canada that Feed the Need of the communities where RCCG churches exist, you will read of outreach to First Nations in Alberta, and you will see the impact sports has had on extending the church’s reach, as you savour these stories and activities, do imbibe them and carve yourself a niche where you can touch the lives of others in your community.

Because Jesus lives, Auntie Funke lives on! Blessed and exalted be the God of our salvation. We remember her joy and enthusiasm, a loving concern for others. God is never too early or too late. He accomplished well His divine purpose in her life and called her to glory in His time.

Funke, we miss you every day but God loves you more may your soul continue to rest in the bosom of the Lord.

Auntie Funke, you are sorely missed. Your memory lives on in all of us you have touched. Rest In Peace.

Remembering my dearest baby sister Funke. Five years have passed and you are missed today as you have been missed over the past five years. Continue to rest in perfect peace in the bossom of THE LORD.

And I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Write this down: Blessed are those who die in the Lord from now on. Yes, says the Spirit, they are blessed indeed, for they will rest from their hard work; for their good deeds follow them!” Rev 14:13
We are rest assured that you are in glory Funke.
Amen

Five years in mind and still sorely missed. We remember your joie de vivre and great sense of humor and miss you at all our family gatherings. But we now accept that you did your life's work, shone a light into so many lives wherever you lived and moved on.
Continue to rest in peace, my baby sister.

Continue to rest in perfect peace aburo!!!
You fought the good fight and have gone to your rest!

To our lovely Aunty Funke - you'll always be remembered in our hearts.
Continue to rest in peace.