Mon Pasteur, My friend. I still can't fathom how this is true. But I now know it is. I remember when we first met in Jubilee, you noticed I could speak French and we just clicked. From then, I have always called you Mon Pasteur. I celebrate your life today. I admired your passion for Christ. You had always wanted me to sing the song " Non, je ne mourrais pas, je vivrais." I always gave you excuses. Little did I know you were prophesying something big to come. Unfortunately, the day we planned on singing and dancing to this song together in church (February 8th), you decided to join us, but this time around, from heaven above. I don't doubt it one bit that you are Jesus now. All I can say is, thank you for a life well lived and for being a good ambassador of Christ here on earth. We love you.
REST ON TILL WE MEET AGAIN(for we sure will) , MON PASTEUR, MY FRIEND, OKAS.
Chistine.