McCormack, Nina Mae Caston (Mrs. J.A.)


February 9, 1886 - August 26, 1955
Mrs. J. A. McCormack, nee Nina Mae Caston, was born on February 9, 1886, in McComb, Mississippi. Her desire to serve as a public servant seemed obvious from the very beginning, for upon completion of her academic work in Mississippi she accepted a position as a music teacher In the school at Greensburg, La. The principal, John Andrew McCormack (a local preacher) won her love and after the wedding vows on December 24, 1906, they went to their first home—an appointment in Baton Rouge.
For the next forty years, In good years and bad, in joy and sorrow, victory and defeat, she was a faithful itinerant’s helpmeet and after her husband’s passing in 1946, she continued sowing the seed of life everlasting.
On August 24, 1955, our friend was heralded into the heavenly choir. Her peaceful countenance reminded me of Paul’s words,
“0 death, where is thy sting? 0 grave, where is thy victory?
. . But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory
through our Lord Jesus Christ.” and of John Donne’s lines,
“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me.
... Why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternaly,
And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shall die.”

On August 26, 1955 funeral services were held in the Mer Rouge Methodist Church, Mer Rouge, Louisiana, where Rev. McCormack had served as pastor and upon retirement they made Mer Rouge their home. The pastor, Rev. Lael S. Jones, officiated and was assisted by Rev. R. H. Staples of Bastrop, Rev. S. H. Cook, rector of Christ Episcopal Church, Bastrop, and Rev. James T. Harris, Monroe, District Superintendent of the Methodist Church. Interment was In the family plot of the Mer Rouge Cemetery.
Surviving are two sons, John C. McCormack of Albuquerque, N. M., and James McCormack of Bastrop; five daughters, Mrs. Harry Black of Hammond, Mrs. Nordman Samson, Mrs. W. A. Bowers, Mrs. W. A. Schlict of Baton Rouge and Mrs. Hubert Womack of Mer Rouge; and twenty grandchildren.
Her five daughters and two Sons were constantly by her bedside during the brief illness prior to her death. Standing beside them two days before her death, I heard her ask them to get some rest, as she realized the ordeal they were under. That was her life —always thinking of others. If Mrs. McCormack could have left a comforting word to her loved ones, I imagine that she would have said,
“I live for those who love me,
For those who know me true,
For the Heaven that smiles above me,
And awaits my coming too;
For the cause that lacks assistance,
For the wrong that needs resistance,
For the future of the distance,
And the good that I can do.”
Our friend was one of those staunch soldiers of Christ that the world could ill afford to lose. To lose life, we must; to lose worth, never! Mrs. McCormack emphasized the importance of righteous living by her practices, for she leaves a rich and priceless heritage to all who knew her. Her rare and radiant spirit will be a lasting benediction. Her faith—firm with convictions clear—will never cease to be a blessing to the church she loved. Her understanding unusual, harnessed to her keen insight is of inestimatable worth. Selfish seeking for preferment was foreign to her nature.
Yet she approached the end of this earthly career as she had lived it-with calmness, courage, and confidence. She knew where she was going. She had been traveling a long time toward that heavenly city. She had no misgivings on the last mile of the way.
“0 city, dreamed In early youth,
0 city, loved till day was late,
No purer pilgrim of the truth
Has entered through thy shining gate.”

Source: Journal of the Louisiana Conference of the Methodist Church, Pages 162-163, 19562 by Lael S. Jones.

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