Etha Campbell: A Faithful Servant of Christ

Sister Etha Campbell was saved at a campaign meeting conducted by the late Overseer W.C. Narcisse. She, along with others, worked relentlessly to purchase a church spot for erecting a building to continue the work of the Lord Jesus. Sister Campbell remained faithful after her conversion. I came to know Sister Etha Campbell in her late twenties, and our relationship grew stronger over the years. Due to her faithful and dedicated service, she was elevated to the title of Mother Campbell. She was a kind and loving person, always giving of herself, and her presence will be greatly missed.

From Bishop Carl Gayle and Family

From the Missionaries and Ladies Ministry

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My Blessed Mother

Mama, you have played many roles in your lifetime - Daughter, Sister, Wife, Mother to many, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Aunt, and Friend. Above all, you have been a true Woman of God, setting an example for us all. Your life has been a profound blessing, evident in the love you shared through both words and actions. You went above and beyond to provide for your family.

Your love and wisdom will be deeply missed, but we will strive to fulfill your wish of living in love and unity. Rest in Peace, Mama. We will always cherish and miss you.

Your son, George (Headley)

My Precious Mother

My mother is precious and dear to me. She was always there for me. During my childhood years, it was rough and difficult, yet I coped because my mother always had an encouraging word, saying, ‘Son, you will soon grow up.’ My mother had such high hopes for all of us, her children.

I can remember her during tough times, loading up the donkey and our heads with yams. Then came the thunderous rain on multiple occasions, resulting in itching from the yams. The itching was so unbearable, yet my mother and I had to continue pushing the donkey over those hills with the loads in the rain to get home. My mother would say, ‘My son, don’t worry, soon you will have your car to drive me around.’ Back then, I did not believe that would be possible, but her words did come to pass.

Stata, as I called her, prophesied positive words over me and my siblings. I can remember getting whipped for not wearing my brother Headley’s clothes. My mother was trying to instill in me humility and the importance of caring for each other. She said that we must wear each other’s clothes because when we get older, if one is not able to provide, we must help each other. She taught me how to love and care for each other as a family.

My mother is truly one of a kind. She made efforts in helping me take care of my children. She would take the tomatoes that I planted to the market to sell and would give me the proceeds from the sale to help me provide for my children. My mom taught me how to fight through difficulties and to never give up.

‘Stata,’ the love you showed me helped me become the man, father, and husband I am today. For your endless care and support over the years, I say, ‘Thank you, Stata.’ My mother, I love you with all my heart. I will treasure the memories and the lessons you taught me. Rest in Peace, My Mother.

Your son, Rupert (Pickey)