Reverend Harvey Lee Moore Jr. was born March 7, 1927 in Kansas City, MO and passed away January 23, 2010 in Richardson, TX. He was a veteran of World War II and the Korean War. He was a Presbyterian minister for over 40 years and served in California, Colorado, Nebraska, Texas, Arizona and Hawaii. While in Nebraska, he had a radio program, "A Moment of Inspiration," along with a weekly broadcast of Sunday church services on KRVN. Harvey will be dearly missed by his family and friends, but they know he is telling jokes, playing the guitar, and making friends with everyone he meets in Heaven. We can't wait to see him again! Harvey is...
Reverend Harvey Lee Moore Jr. was born March 7, 1927 in Kansas City, MO and passed away January 23, 2010 in Richardson, TX. He was a veteran of World War II and the Korean War. He was a Presbyterian minister for over 40 years and served in California, Colorado, Nebraska, Texas, Arizona and Hawaii. While in Nebraska, he had a radio program, "A Moment of Inspiration," along with a weekly broadcast of Sunday church services on KRVN. Harvey will be dearly missed by his family and friends, but they know he is telling jokes, playing the guitar, and making friends with everyone he meets in Heaven. We can't wait to see him again! Harvey is survived by his wife of 53 years, Joan Moore; daughters, Jodi Campbell of Richardson; Kerri Moore of Sacramento, CA, and Staci Smith of McKinney; sons-in-law, Scott Campbell, Armando Carreon, and Jeff Smith; and grandchildren, Steven Campbell, Olivia Moore Carreon, and Vera and A.J. Smith. The family will receive friends at Ted Dickey Funeral home in Plano from 5:00 PM – 7:00 PM, Tuesday, January 26. A Memorial Service will be held at Canyon Creek Presbyterian Church in Richardson at 4:30 PM, Wednesday, January 27. In lieu of flowers, please send donations in Harvey's memory to Samaritan's Purse or Faith Presbyterian Hospice.
This is My Story by Harvey Moore
Christ said, "Go home and tell your friends what great things the Lord has done for you".
I was born in Kansas City, Missouri. My father was a plastering contractor and for work reasons he moved us to Southern California when I was eleven. I had a paper route in La Mesa. There was a Baptist minister that I delivered the paper to each morning. I had that paper route for about a year. Each month I would sit in his living room and listen to a story that was fresh and new to me. He gave me something that has meant more through the years than anything anyone has ever given me. For the first time I heard the story of God's plan of salvation for every human being, and most especially for me.
I am really not sure whether my true walk with Christ began at that time or later, in a desert experience which I will share with you now. My high school friend, Jack, and I decided to take a trip to the desert for a two-week stay. Instead of the sunshine we expected, it poured down rain! We were forced to mostly stay inside the tent for cover. What to do with all the time on our hands? Fortunately one of us had thought to bring a supply of comic books, which we eagerly devoured. But soon we had read through them all. I reached down into the duffel bag hoping to find more comic books, and instead came up with a small Gideon Bible of all things! Neither of us had ever read any of the scriptures before but felt that it wouldn't hurt us. After all, what else did we have to do?
Jack and I were both majoring in public speaking, so we read aloud to one another. It seemed that as we read…I believe it was from the Gospel of John… another voice seemed to break through. I think both Jack and I eventually had the conviction that God was somehow speaking to us through what we were reading.
A few mornings later we woke up to find that the storm clouds had cleared, and there was a beautiful blue desert sky with brilliant sunshine. I can still remember Jack's words, as we yawned and stretched in the sun's warmth. He said, "I know what I am going to do with my life. I'm going to be a minister." Strangely enough, this was also my own inner conviction and I said: "THAT MAKES TWO OF US!"
Upon graduation from high school, God had plans for my life, and so did my country. The Second World War was still in progress and I was drafted into the Armed Forces to serve in the Infantry. After the war was over, I was discharged, and I entered college. Before I was able to finish my four years of college, however, the Korean War came along and my status in the inactive reserves caused me to be taken into the Army again.
I was in my late twenties before I was able to return to college and graduate. A few more years passed before I entered Seminary. During this time I was a religious director of an International Christian Youth Organization and served as a non-ordained Associate Pastor in a church.
Another thing happened shortly before I entered Seminary that has been of paramount importance in my life. I met a young lady by the name of Joan, married her, and she has made all the difference in my life. Joan has been a constant companion, friend, mentor, and a source of help, inspiration and strength to me. My ministry and life would have been much less without her by my side.
Upon graduation from San Francisco Theological Seminary in 1961, I received my first call as Assistant Minister of the large First Presbyterian Church of Orange, California. This was to be just the beginning of God's mysterious guidance and even intervention in leading us to the various parishes we would serve for about forty years of pastoral ministry.
While in Orange, we received an unexpected check in the mail and decided to take a vacation. We didn't have any definite plans, but a picture of beautiful mountains came suddenly to my mind I said to Joan, "We're going to Colorado." While at a small motel there, we were preparing to go to bed when there was a knock on the door. The manager, to whom I had mentioned that I was a minister, was there with an Elder on the local church board. The Elder said a Pulpit Seeking Committee was meeting tonight …the Minister resource person had not been able to come and they wondered if I could come over to the meeting and give them some guidance. I went and after awhile they asked me if I was looking for a church to serve…I said, no, I am happy where I am…. Upon our return to California, I received a call from that the committee in Evergreen, Colorado. They really wanted me to come as their pastor. This time I felt led to say "yes". Again, God had guided.
After some delightful years of ministry in Colorado, a search committee suddenly appeared at that church and asked me to come to Lexington, Nebraska, and be their pastor. That led to a 9-year pastorate with those wonderful people. This was followed by 4 years in Amarillo, Texas, where we made many more good friends.
Along the way, I was blessed with three beautiful girls – Jodi, Kerri, and Staci. All of our dogs were female as well. You could either say I was outnumbered by women or surrounded by love!
And so it went. God seemed to work through events, circumstances and people to lead me on through the years to each church we served. My last installed pastorate was in Monrovia, California. As I approached retirement age, I felt called to Interim Ministry. After special training in this exciting form of ministry, I served churches in Paradise Valley, Arizona (near Scottsdale), Nipomo, Sacramento, San Jose, and San Diego, California congregations, then Sun City, Arizona and Hana, Hawaii.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him.
But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not be faint.
It is God who works in you to will and to act according to His good purpose
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God and the peace of God which transcends all understanding will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
In a desert land, he found me, in a barren and howling waste. He shielded him and cared for him. He guarded him as the apple of his eye.
This is what the sovereign Lord, the Holy One of Israel says: "In repentance and rest is your salvation. In quietness and trust is your strength."
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith – and this not from yourselves, it is a gift of God – not by works, so that no one can boast.
Romans 8: 38-39
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future nor any powers, neither heights nor depths, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would've told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you and if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.
1 Peter 5:7
Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.
Matthew 6:9-13 (The Lord's Prayer)
Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. Forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for Thine is the Kingdom, and the power and the glory forever. Amen.
TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND
It was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while, to waste much time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good folks?" he cried. Who'll start the bidding for me? $1, 2, $2, who'll make it 3? Going for 3.
But then from the room far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow, and wiping the dust from the old violin and tightening the loosened strings, he played a melody pure and sweet, as a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said "Now what am I bid for this old violin?" and he held it up with the bow.
$1,000, and 2, 2,000 and who'll make it 3? 3,000 once, 3,000 twice, going, and gone cried he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We don't understand. What changed its worth?" Quick came the reply, "The touch of a Master's hand."
And many of man, and woman, and boy and girl, with life out of tune, battered and scarred with sin, is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd, much like that old violin. A mess of pottage, a glass of wine, a game, and he travels on. He's going once, he's going twice, he's going and almost gone.
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd can never quite understand, the worth of a soul, and the change that is brought by the touch of the Master's hand.
"The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness, or skill. It will make or break a company, a church, a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past…we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you…
WE ARE IN CHARGE OF OUR ATTITUDES."
(by Pastor Chuck Swindoll)
God has not promised skies always blue,
Flower strewn pathways all our life through.
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
But God has promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way;
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
Walking With Papa
I like to walk with Papa
He takes small steps like mine ~
He never says, "Now hurry up,"
He always takes his time ~
I like to walk with Papa
His eyes see things like mine;
Shiny stones, a fluffy cloud,
Stars at night that shine.
Most people have to hurry
They rarely stop to see ~
That God made Papa,
Unrushed and young like me.