|A great sadness has fallen upon the Louisiana Annual Conference and the Broadmoor United Methodist Church in particular with the death of Frances McCoy Pearce, one of God’s precious jewels and faithful witnesses.
The words of the Prophet Hoses are words that remind us of Frances Pearce when he said: “And they shall be mine saith the Lord of host, in that day when I make them my jewels’, Hosea 3:14, and the words of Saint Peter when he said: “It is better to suffer for doing good, than to suffer for doing evil”, I Peter 3:12.
Frances McCoy Pearce was born on June 26, 1919, in Gatesville, Texas, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. D. D. McCoy. Following an early education in Gatesville, she graduated from Southern Methodist University in 1940. She later received her Masters Degree in Special Education at Northwestern State University in Natchitoches. Louisiana; and as a speech therapist, she taught in the Public Schools, primarily in Natchitoches and Calcasieu Parishes. She was married to George Pearce, Jr., in 1940 and they came to their first appointment as a married couple to Broadmoor United Methodist Church, which George had helped to organize in 1939. They are the proud parents of four children: Don, Glenelle, Jean, and Carl.
Frances Pearce suffered but she never cried out, “Oh God, why me?”, but she accepted her suffering as apart of her life, even though kidney failure and dialysis became necessary, while she continued at least three times each week until her death. All of this, however, did not take away the smile on her face or witness within her spirit. She remained an inspiration to others in the way that she bore her suffering. Frances loved to be with people and to share her life with others, sharing her smile and bringing a smile to their faces. She had learned the secret of witnessing to others in her suffering.
During the last few years of her life, God was preparing and polishing this precious jewel, Frances Pearce. A jewel in its native state is only a stone. It must be out, ground, polished and set in order for it to come to its place of distinction. It is just like that with the jewels of God. Much cleansing, grinding, and polishing are necessary to develop proper value and beauty.
Frances passed through this process of cleansing and polishing on her way to becoming one of God’s jewels and witnesses.
This helps to explain the afflictions of her life. God handles, rubs, tries, and grinds His jewels to bring out their beauty, and to prepare them for an even greater glory.
This He was doing for Frances. And at last, the jewel was thoroughly polished and ready to be set in God’ s crown in heaven. She is now one of God’s completed jewels. Death came to Frances on Friday, July 15, 1994 and a Service of Remembrance was held at Broadrnoor United Methodist Church on July 18,1994. Frances Pearce was honored by the couples Class of the church, of which Frances was a member, by serving as honorary pall bearers; and a beautiful pall was given to the church by this class in her memory.
And of Frances, God’s jewel and witness, we say, in the words of the poetess. Roselle, Montgomery:
“You are not dead--Life has but set you free!
Your years of life were like a lovely song.
The last sweet poignant notes of which, held long,
Passed into silence while we listened, we
Who loved you listen still expectantly!
To you Death came no conqueror, in the end— You merely smiled to greet another friend.’
|Source: Journal Louisiana Conference, 1995; p. 265 By Benedict Galloway|