Joy Derington began attending our church about 3 years ago. It didn't take her long to engage in ministry. She served in several areas, but she was passionate for teenagers. She taught our high school girls. She helped us start a Sunday night youth service. And she spent hours behind the scenes praying over their lives.
She was an MVP.
11 months ago Joy was diagnosed with cancer. She fought through to remission. Then earlier this year she was diagnosed again.
Her faith the last few months inspired our church. Her cancer was aggressive, but so was her faith. Her cancer spread, but so did her faith. Visits with her had a tendency to turn into worship services. When she didn't have words to say she always had a song to sing.
Thursday night at about 10.00 pm I stopped by hospice to say hello. Joy was in a drug induced coma and her breathing was strained and heavy. 6 hours later she slipped from time into eternity while her niece read to her from the Song of Solomon. The specific reference she was reading when Joy died was Song of Solomon 2.10.
My lover spoke and said to me, "Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me."
Joy was torn the past few months. She desperately wanted to see Jesus but struggled saying goodbye to Brian, Adam and Nolan. So she fought. She fought until she heard the voice of Jesus call to her.
Come home now.
Joy's death was precious, just like her life.
Today I had the honor to officiate her funeral service. Over 200 people crowded into a chapel with about half that many chairs. They came from the automotive business she worked for. They came from the hockey league her boys played for. They came from the youth groups she worked for. They came to honor a gem.
Church of the King will miss Joy Derington, but we'll continue to tell her story. As the youth ministry grows, new students will hear about the fantastic woman of faith who loved teenagers and believed in their potential. They'll hear about one middle-aged warrior-woman who ran hard all the way through the finish line.
Joy lived well.
Joy died well.
On behalf of those whose lives are better for it, I say "Thanks."