How Great Thou Art O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder, Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made; I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, Thy power throughout the universe displayed. Chorus Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee, How great Thou art, How great Thou art. Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee, How great Thou art, How great Thou art! When through the woods, and forest glades I wander, And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees. When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze. Chorus And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing; Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in; That on a Cross, my burdens gladly bearing, He bled and died to take away my sin. Chorus When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation, And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart. Then I shall bow, in humble adoration, And then proclaim: “My God, how great Thou art!” Chorus
Order of Service Congregational Hymn
How Great Thou Art
Opening Prayer Scripture Reading Dwayne Campbell (Cousin) Psalm 89:34-52 Solo Deanne Campbell (Cousin-In-Law) Scripture Reading Tony Wright (Uncle) Psalm 75:1-10 Reflections Deidrean Williams (Sister - Recorded) On behalf of Dad, Mom, Sisters & Fiancé (Jamaica) Owen Campbell (Friend) Justin & Shayna (Cousins) Eddie Miller (Friend) Aunt Madge & Family (Canada) Read by Justin Fisher Recorded Song Reflections
Eric Gordon (Cousin – Jamaica) Dorothy Samuels (Aunt)
Song Every Praise Is To Our God
Congregation
Message
Pastor Robert Stewart
Prayer for the Family
Recessional Congregation I’ve Got My Mind Made Up Medley
Reflections AARON
If you lived with us or close by in Southfield, you’d have known that name by heart. You would have over time understood what the different tones meant. Long and drawn out meant somebody was mad about something; emphasis would be on the double AA, to the point that your uvula (the little dangly thing in the throat) danced. Trust and believe he would be somewhere close by, sliding up against a wall, trying to get around addressing you. Loud and short, meant that little boy had done something suspicious. Something like that time I came home from school and saw little footprints moving from down the hallway to the front door. Loud and short did I call him as I followed the footprints to Janine’s room door which was closed. I called his name loud and short as I opened the door to find her room a winter wonderland. Yes, that’s right. A winter wonderland, where he substituted snow for powder. I called his name loud and short when I saw the little imp’s small footprints walking through the white, indicating his exit. You’d have heard the serious, questioning tone the morning mommy got the call from his grade teacher asking if he was no longer to be a part of the cooked lunch program. Begs to ask the question “why” right? Well, Aaron in his astuteness hadn’t given his teacher the money for lunch for the week. The call came in on like a Wednesday. When he finally appeared - for by now he had known how to linger showing up depending on how he was called – he was asked what he had done with the money. He had spent it buying sweets and games.
Then there was the curious tone AARON? That came a bit more softly, in instances when he appeared each morning with brand spanking new white socks... like three mornings running, and come on, living in St. Elizabeth, you know once you wear white, no matter how good you are with whites, it never goes back to that squeaky clean white. Come to find out, for each morning he slid in the parents’ room with new socks on, he was digging into Janine’s stash.
In Arce Sitam Quis Occultabit “A City Set Upon a Hill Cannot be Hid.”
When he hit Munro, we couldn’t be prouder. If Munro’s motto is “A city set upon a hill cannot be hid”, then we were all walking up that hill with him. I still remember to this day how we all gathered proudly on the day of his graduation, shuffling up to take pics as he shook hands and crossed the stage, with enough pictures to fill albums of the important day. Then he moved to Kingston, and went off to Maritime Institute to carry on his education in logistics. Aaron was smart. He was the perfect infusion of daddy’s analytics and mommy’s arts. He could draw, loved reading, was a whizz at math, was great at French and Spanish, had a head a business, and let us not forget that he loved his video games with fierce intensity.
To know Aaron was to know love. To know humility. To know thoughtfulness. He had a sense of humour that helped to cement a deeper bond with his parents. They could laugh about everything, find the dry, often less than humorous part of any situation and have a good chuckle about it. He may have been quiet to many who met him, but for those who interacted often with him, he had a will of steel that we had all gone up against. His stubbornness was something to marvel at. Often we came away bruised from the sheer determination he had to get through life on his own terms. We’d often have to plea with him to let us help him, to offset some action he was adamant to do. In the end, we respected his drive, his unmoving faith in whatever path he wanted to take, and collectively we would pray for his deliverance in light of him hearing us, but not really. What we did was pray and held space for whatever outcome. And the thing is, he was never too proud to come back and say ‘I get what you were saying’… He couldn’t even allow you to stay mad at him, because he was a young man determined to learn, and open enough to experience life; he was always open to living. It was important for him to leave a good mark. Aaron was the best of us. The best of all our fears, our hopes, our dreams, our prayers. Anything that his sisters may have gotten wrong were shared with him to get it right. Any lesson learned throughout life by mom and dad were shared with him from early to shave off delayed learning for him, and it showed. After completing his studies at Maritime Institute, he decided to make life in the United States, where he could craft life afresh, with opportunities abounding, amongst the safety net of family. And he did just that. He bonded deeper with aunts, connected with cousins, re-imagined familial relationships; creating new bonds - the dynamic duo of Aaron and Eddie, striving at AT&T where he had worked for the past two and a half years, remaining steadfast in his focus, and just maturing into a full life, responsible, jovial, well dressed son, young man, brother, fiancé, friend & co-worker. Nothing could shake his beliefs in God and the power of prayer. Aaron was: • Loving son • Caring brother • The most fun and doting uncle a nephew could ask for • A reliable and loving partner/friend
• Grounded in his sense of self with strong familial ties • An astute business man/negotiator. LOL • A legitimate game-head • Stand up comedian • Non dancer (two left feet) • Dependable friend and co-worker Loved ones special to him are his parents – Errol and Olive Wright, sisters – Deidrean and Janine, Grandma Freda, Nephew – Javid, fiancé – Kishma, and hosts of loving aunts, uncles, cousins, other relatives and friends. Aaron, our thoughts are with you always. As your favorite song suggests, Peace when sorrow blows, Jehovah sees, Jehovah knows Love you Aaron, love you, love you, always and forever.
PALL BEARERS
Antonio Gregg Eddie Miller Tashien Robinson Kamerron Rowe Skylar Rowe Justin Fisher
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