Rev. Clifford N. McCall


Clifford Neal McCall was born August 16, 1924 in Shamrock, Oklahoma and passed away March 27, 2014 peacefully in his sleep at Northwest Louisiana War Veterans Home.

Cliff grew up in the oil fields of Oklahoma before joining the Navy and serving in WWII in the islands of the South Pacific. He returned from the war and entered seminary where he completed his education and had a dedicated life-long career as a Disciples of Christ minister in Oklahoma, Texas and Kansas. After retirement he moved to Shreveport and served as minister at Keithville United Methodist Church until his second retirement. He was avid golfer well into his 80's.

He was preceded in death by his parents, Claude and Bertha McCall, four siblings and loving wife Bobbi J. McCall. He is survived by his children, Delores (Paul) Huggins, Cathie Richards, Mary (Curt) Jones, Robert (Maryanne) McCall, numerous grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Cliff's family would like to thank Dr. Fleniken and staff at NW Louisiana War Veterans Home and his caregivers Tracey Anderson, Kim Ambler and Bobbie Mobley for their loving care.

Cliff wanted to share one of his favorite poems with you, hoping it will bless you as it did him.

Touching Shoulders

There's a comforting thought at the close of the day,
When I'm weary and lonely and sad,
That sort of grips hold of my crusty old heart
And bids it be merry and glad.

It gets in my soul and it drives out the blues,
And finally thrills through and through,
It is just a sweet memory that chants a refrain
"I'm glad I touched shoulders with you!"

Did you know you were brave, did you know you were strong?
Did you know there was one leaning hard?
Did you know that I waited and Listened and Prayed,
And was cheered by your simplest word!

Did you know that I Longed for that smile on your face,
For the sound of your voice ringing true?
Did you know I grew stronger and better because
I had merely touched shoulders with you?

I am glad that I live, that I battle and strive
For the place that I know I must fill;
I am thankful for sorrows, I'll meet with a grin
What fortune may send, good or ill.

I may not have wealth, I may not be great,
But I know I shall always be true,
For I have in my life that courage you gave
When once I rubbed shoulders with you.


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