|When Fred left us, we lost one of the loveliest Christian lives that has been produced by our Conference. It can be said, as of Abraham Lincoln, “A giant Oak Tree has fallen in the woods and it has left a lonesome place against the sky.” Fred was a delightful Christian minister, the epitome of all that we think appropriate in our ministers.
Born February 18, 1910, he was a preacher’s kid. Being the son of a Methodist Minister during the depression fitted him for the hard times he would experience serving very poor and very small churches across Louisiana. He did not have to do this alone, however. In 1932, the very bottom of the Depression, he married Clarice Reeves, who was as sturdy and stable as he.
They had three children who still rise up and call them blessed; Gloria, Joann and Fred Reeves Flurry. These children are very proud of their preacher parents, and have been a credit to the church through the years.
Fred was licensed to preach in his father’s church in Vremville, Mississippi. He served his first pastorate at Logtown, Mississippi. He did not stay in Mississippi very long, however. In 1936 he came to Louisiana and spent the rest of his ministry with us. Fred served small churches, circuits, and some of our very best congregations. He also served a term as Superintendent of the Alexandria District. During this period, he was a very much beloved chief pastor for a lot of min-isters. Every preacher felt secure with Fred representing him in the Cabinet.
His body was no match for his spirit. After a long and hard bout with cancer, he gave up the ghost and was laid to rest in Greenwood Cemetery in Pineville. Henry Blount planned a beautiful service and it was conducted by his pastor, his District Superintendent, two of his favorite young ministers, and perhaps his oldest friend in the Conference. The memorial service closed with the Hallelujah Chorus. This was very appropriate because Fred’s life was a Hallelujah Chorus.
Thank you, dear God, for lending us Fred.
|Source: Journal Louisiana Conference, 1991, p. 236 By Jolly B. Harper|