|On October 6, 1923, in the city of Opelousas, in the state of Louisiana, God in his infinite wisdom and through the miracle of birth a bouncing baby girl was given to Edward Kane and Lucille – this child whom they named Mary.
From early childhood Mary developed a sense of loyalty and love for all she met and knew. This followed her through her early formal training to her more formal training at Leland College. I feel that Mary’s early life began in that Church in Opelousas when she read John 15:11 that says, “These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full.” Her love grew for people from the days she spent as a student and Matron of the girls’ dormitory -- until her death. It was here that she met and married Richard and, upon his call to the ministry, Mary read in Joshua 24:15 these words that were to help her grow and draw others to the Christian Ministry, “And if you be willing to serve the Lord, choose this day whom you will serve … but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” This was very evident as we saw people from all walks of life, all across the state, journey to Warren United Methodist Church, Lake Charles, on February 5, 1984, to say farewell to one of God’s Children.
Mary’s zest for life and love through the giving of herself knew no bounds. In keeping a parsonage family together she still found time to talk to people and to say a cheery hello to all she met, regardless of where it was. She was known for her great hospitality, her insistence on cooking a hot meal for the weary traveler, her guidance to young couples as to her beliefs of what God wanted his people to do, be they clergy or lay. She had a very rare talent and gift, that of touching lives of all who knew her. Not just members of the churches her husband served, and not just her family and friends, not just the children, but also all people who walked the common road.
On February 2, 1984, while the dew was still fresh on the roses, in the stillness of time, we know not the hour, but God walked into His flower garden, stooped to smell the flowers and as He gathered His bouquet for the day, He picked the fairest of all blossoms, Mary Green Harry. She leaves to mourn her passing, her husband, Richard, one son, Raymond Earl, two brothers, one sister, niece, nephews and other relatives and friends.
|Source: Journal Louisiana Conference, 1984; p. 203 By Howard L. Milo|