Sybil May Maturah by Gracious Grafx

Sir and Her

…sixty-two years of love

Through the years…

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…God has been faithful

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ybil May Maturah was born on May 14, 1930 in Gayle, St. Mary, Jamaica. She was the second child of Ethline Johnson and Stephen Dennis. Her sister passed away as a child, therefore, Sybil spent the most of her life as an only child. She spent much of her childhood with her grandparents, aunts and uncles, and attended schools in Enfield and Gayle, St. Mary. Sybil had an “admirer” in her district since she was a child. While it took quite some years, including a love letter from him, in 1958 she married her love, Clarence George Maturah, in Gayle. They were married for 62 years before he preceded her in death in November, 2020. In 1962, the family relocated to Ocho Rios -Eltham, St. Ann. After sending her youngest child (Audrey) to boarding school, Sybil decided she needed to further her education. She ambitiously returned to school to pursue adult education classes at Ocho Rios Secondary. There she excelled and had great success in passing a number of the Jamaica School Certificate exams, while concurrently attending a nursing assistant program. Sybil had a mind to serve the Lord from an early age. She was a long-time member of the Presbyterian Church in her district, but felt that there was still something missing. Sybil did not have any previous knowledge of the Apostolic faith, but she was led by the Lord to be baptized in the name of Jesus on February 27, 1965, and she received the gift of the Holy Ghost at her home on March 6th of the same year. She received such an overflow of the Holy Ghost that neighbors heard her speaking in tongues and sent her son (Norman) to call an Apostolic church member to witness this experience. At that point, she had finally found what she had been searching for and her life was forever changed.

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Shortly after, she became a member of Bethel Tabernacle in Ocho Rios, pastored by Norman J. Houslin, where she was a member of the choir and also served in other areas of ministry. She ministered in song on many occasions at different churches throughout the island. She remained a faithful and involved member of Bethel until she migrated to the United States. Sybil was a witness to her aunts and uncles, who also accepted the Apostolic teachings, but they had to travel long distances to church. It became her mission to have a church in Gayle, St Mary, and she requested for her pastor (Norman J. Houslin) to start a church there. The rest is history. There remains a church in Gayle, to which Sybil continued to lend support when possible and had relationships with a few current members until her passing. Sybil and her family migrated to Miami, Florida in 1978. Upon arriving, she worked in hotels in Miami; however, she transitioned to become a nursing assistant and worked in hospitals and nursing homes until she retired. Sybil attended the United Pentecostal Church in Miami under the leadership of Pastor Wayne Rooks. She later changed membership to Faith Tabernacle in Fort Lauderdale, pastored by Rev. G. Oliver Barnes. After many years at Faith Tabernacle, due to health issues and the distance to drive, she and her husband decided to transfer church membership to Pentecostal Tabernacle International, pastored by Rev. S. Robert Stewart. At Pentecostal Tabernacle, she was involved in the senior ministry and was a member of the senior choir. Winning souls for the Lord was of utmost importance to Sybil, as she witnessed and encouraged many people. Her hope was to meet all those souls in heaven one glorious day. Sybil anchored herself in the Oneness Apostolic faith from the day of her conversion until her passing. She loved her church family. Sybil’s favorite hobbies were cooking, gardening, and reading, until health challenges prevented her from doing these activities the way she liked. She loved to cook for family and friends and is known for her goat-head soup and potato salad. While a couple family members tried and came close, no one ever perfected her potato salad. Even though she was not able to garden the way she used to, she always had an opinion when others tried. Sybil got along with her neighbors well, and some became like family; she had lived in the same home since 1986. Sybil showed particular interest in the well-being and soul salvation of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren - from near and far - who she loved to spend time with. She was affectionately called; Miss Sybil, Miss Sybs, Sis. Mat, Miss Mat, Mother Maturah, Her, Mama, Grandma, and Grandma Sybil, by those who knew and loved her. Sybil was preceded in death by her husband - Clarence George Maturah (Sir) and her sons - Leo McArthur and Clive Bernard. She is survived by daughters - Nelva Williams and Audrey Fletcher; sons - Norman Maturah and Paul Lloyd and their children and grandchildren; along with a host of family and friends.

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My mother, Mrs. Sybil Maturah (Johnson), affectionately called Sis. Maturah, was most loving, most caring, and full of love. Love is an everlasting feeling...Oh I miss my mother. I hope I will see her one day in heaven. My mother, please in the name of Jesus, Rest in Peace. My love for you will never die. Peace be with you. Your son Paul Lloyd

My mother, affectionately called “Mamma” was more than my mother, she was my confidant and friend. We shared so many laughs and sometimes tears; we had a lasting relationship. Mamma was a woman of dignity and strength. Her experiences in life were not without many serious challenges, but never did she allow them to derail or silence her. I recall very well when her pastor’s wife, the late Lilitha Maud Houslin, would encourage her through some of her struggles by saying, “sister, when you come through this storm, you will be as pure gold that has been tried in the fire!” Mamma also encouraged herself by saying “after a storm there must be a calm”. Mamma was passionate about her faith. She loved the Lord, and she would not fail to let us know that, whether you were family or a stranger. She would figure out a way to invite you to church or to tell the story about how the Lord brought her out of the Presbyterian religion and wondrously saved her soul. Mamma loved her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. She wanted the best for us. If something was not right with any of us, one could easily tell from her facial expression as soon as we saw her, without even hearing the story. For several months mamma just seemed to have such a fascination about going home to be with her savior. She would often make comments like, “I will soon be gone.” Each time the family would try to involve her in any future plans, she would let us know that she won’t be here to carry through or to enjoy whatever was being planned. Mamma insisted that there was nothing anyone could do to make this world better. She knew that the coming of the Lord was imminent and she wanted out of this world. Over a period of several months, mamma developed a new hilarious laughter as she would tell her stories at mealtimes or if you were not necessarily on the same page with her when she tried to make a point. I would watch her lean all the way back in her chair bursting into laughter, as if to say, I have it in control or I know what I am telling you is good! Mamma, it has been a journey, even to the very last moment. I love you. I am already missing you. Keep on laughing. I promise you, “I have set the Lord always before me; because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.” One glorious day I hope to meet you in heaven. Sleep on. Rest in peace. Nelva Williams (Daughter)

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Mama’s Children

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Mama’s Children

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Reflections My G-grandma Sybil meant a lot to me. She didn’t call me Triston, but Trissy. Every time I would go visit, she would always crack jokes with me or describe a story/situation which would benefit my choices in life. She was so loving and kind hearted, always providing support and trying to ensure that I maintained my relationship with God. What hurts me the most, was that I really wanted to spend some time with her before leaving for college. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance to see her or speak to her over the phone, as she was feeling under the weather for quite some time. Her thoughtfulness tended to rub off on me often. She played a major role in the development of my personality. Even when she wasn’t feeling good, she made the effort to leave something behind for me. I love you until the end Grandma! Fly high!! Triston Williams (Great-grandson)

Psalms 116:15 - Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints. Despite the pain that losing you causes, we are comforted to know that you stood firm in your beliefs and we are assured in the promises of eternal life. Grandma you will always be remembered. Your kind welcoming spirit has a way of making all your grandchildren, near or far, feel LOVED and special. I will always remember you for your strong resilient soul and your ability to withstand and endure whatever the wind blows. Your unwavering faith was an inspiration and one to be matched. Your charm, kindness and your smile will never leave my mind. I remember my dad would always say “you call Miss Sybil?” Oh how I would love to hear those words again and hearing you on the other side of the phone saying “Miss Trudy!” Love you into the next lifetime. Denise Bernard AKA Trudy (Granddaughter)

Grandma, thank you for being a tree of love and compassion. I thank God that I am a part of the branch that grew, which blossomed with wisdom, strength, and kindness. I love you grandma - our root of life. Ricardo Lloyd (Grandson)

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Reflections I am so grateful that the first 21 years of my life were filled with your presence, your prayers, your humor, your songs, your style, and your laughter. You are the one I always want to share my choir or fashion finds with. Sunglasses, hats, and my oversized puffy “house” dresses will forever remind me of you. You are my favorite photo subject. I will forever miss stealing pictures, holding your hand, sitting on the chair, and listening to church services in Jamaica with you. I will always cherish your clever torts, your telling smirks, and all of your incredible stories. I am so incredibly proud to be your great granddaughter. I never expected to lose you this way or this soon, but having you in my life so closely has been the best thing. Thank you for giving me the best of you. I’ll carry it always. Nhadya Lawes (Great-granddaughter)

My G-grandma Sybil, where do I begin? I was her ‘pick-on’ great grandchild. She was always going at it with me and running me from her house because I was always there. She would say, “you nuh have a yard?” I loved spending time with her; she was an amazing person. Grandma was the type of person who always had my back. No matter what I was going through, I knew if I went to grandma’s house there would be some type of story about “back in the day” just waiting for me. She somehow always knew what to say even if I didn’t tell her what was wrong. I will forever miss her. Rest in peace Grandma. Shanice Williams

Sister Maturah, passionately known as “Miss Sybil,” will be greatly missed. We had a lifelong history from childhood days to her passing. She was the driving force for me migrating from Jamaica to Florida. I was a part of the family home for a long time. Family meant the world to her. Our weekly conversations were mostly based on family and the home where she is now. Those telephone calls were precious moments. I really miss her. She will be forever in my heart. RIP On behalf of myself and family. Joyce Willis (Cousin)

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Grandma’s Legacy

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Pentecostal Tabernacle International Inc. 18415 NW 7th Ave. Miami Gardens, Florida 33169

September 11, 2021 Viewing 10:00 a.m. Service 11:00 a.m. Officiant

Pastor S. Robert Stewart

Order of Service

Processional Family & Ministers

Beulah Land

Prayer Elder Leonard Miller Opening Remarks Pastor S. Robert Stewart Praise & Worship Pentab Worship Ministry Scripture Reading Ariel Maturah (Granddaughter)

1 Corinthians 15:50-58

Song Selection Pastor Winston Miller

The Solid Rock

Scripture Reading Errol Johnson (Cousin)

Psalm 46

Video Presentation

Bishop O’Garth McKoy (Bethel Tabernacle, Ocho Rios, Jamaica)

Hymn of Praise Congregation When the Toils of Life Are Over (In the New Jerusalem) Remembering a Friend

Minister Michael Allen Mrs. Valary Campbell Mrs. Myrtle Brown Mrs. Elfreda Parkinson (Read by Ms. Barbara Benjamin) Pastor G. Oliver Barnes (Read by Sis. Barnes) Hymn Congregation What a Day That Will Be Family Tributes - Children

Mr. Norman Maturah (Son) Ms. Nelva Williams (Daughter) Mr. Paul Lloyd (Son) (Read by son Mr. Ricardo Lloyd) Mr. Ainsley McArthur (“Adopted” Son) Song Selection

Nhadya Lawes - accompanied by Allison & Neville Gunter When I Wake Up in Glory Family Tributes - Grandchildren

Ms. Keresia Lawes Mr. Martin (Mark) McArthur Mr. Mark Maturah Mr. Khaleel Williams

Poem Great-grandchildren Eulogy Audrey Fletcher (Daughter)

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Song Selection Allison Gunter - accompanied by the worship ministry

Just a Little While to Stay Here/After a While It Will All Be Over

Message Pastor Robert Stewart Prayer for the Family

Elder Ralston McKenzie

Song Leaning on the Everlasting Arms Recessional Pentab Worship Ministry

Beulah Land I’m kind of homesick for a country To which I’ve never been before. No sad goodbyes will there be spoken For time won’t matter anymore. Beulah Land, I’m longing for you And someday on thee I’ll stand Where my home shall be eternal Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land. When the Toils of Life Are Over (In the New Jerusalem) When the toils of life are over, And we lay our armor down, And we bid farewell to earth with all its cares, We shall meet and greet our loved ones, And our Christ we then shall crown, In the new Jerusalem. There’ll be singing, there’ll be shouting When the saints come marching home, In Jerusalem, in Jerusalem, Waiving palms with loud hosanas As the King shall take His throne, In the new Jerusalem. What a Day That Will Be There is coming a day When no heartaches shall come No more clouds in the sky No more tears to dim the eye All is peace forevermore On that happy golden shore What a day, glorious day that will be. What a day that will be When my Jesus I shall see And when I look upon His face The One who saved me by His grace

I’m looking now across the river Where my faith will end in sight. There’s just a few more days to labor Then I will take my heavenly flight.

When the last goodbye is spoken And the tearstains wiped away And our eyes shall catch a glimpse of glory fair, Then with bounding hearts we’ll meet Him Who hath washed our sins away, In the new Jerusalem. When we join the ransomed army In the summer land above, And the face of our dear Savior we behold, We will sing and shout forever, And we’ll grow in perfect love, In the new Jerusalem. When He takes me by the hand And leads me to the promised land What a day, glorious day that will be. There’ll be no sorrow there No more burdens to bear No more sickness, no pain No more parting over there And forever I will be With the One who died for me What a day, glorious day that will be.

At the request of the family, an offering will be collected in aid of the Jennifer Stewart Award of Excellence Scholarship Fund (JSAE). Please make you contribution as you leave the sanctuary.

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Precious Memories

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We Will Never Forget Dear Grandma, I never thought I would be writing this so soon. Threescore and ten years, you claimed. That is all you were promised. And yet you lived ninety-one years on this earth, the latter part of which I had the honor of knowing you and loving you as my great-grandmother. It is hard to remember the last time I went this long without seeing you. It will be strange not to have you here with us, not to turn down your bed before the night’s close, or hug and kiss you goodbye on my way out with the assurance that I would see you again in another week’s time. I knew we did not have forever, and yet I still wanted more time, because you have never not been there. You have always been with me, from the times when I was that “bony” little girl who ran away in giggles from you during our beloved sleepovers, to the quiet moments we cherished hand in hand on your familiar spot on the couch, to the hours we could spend at the dining table talking of all the little tales that comprised the story of your fascinating life. Your stories, their vibrancy, and the love you shared through them will never leave me. How I would see your face light up as you reminisced about times in your life I had not been a part of and yet felt connected to all the same. How you found humor in the most unlikely places and faith in God in every situation. I thought I would hear so many more before we said goodbye, thought I might even tell you some of my own. But one of the many things I have learned from you is that this earth and our time here is only temporary, and to trust in God’s will and timing when He calls us to be with Him. And I know that is what I now must do. I love you more than I can say in words and I will miss you dearly. However, I can find comfort in your memory and the knowledge that, as much as I struggle in light of your passing, you were at peace and you were ready. I will carry the legacies you left me, the stories you shared, the tales of the life you lived, the people you loved, and the God you served wholeheartedly. I do so knowing that this is not the end, only that you have entered but another chapter, one that I will join you in someday. Though we are apart for the time being, I know we will be reunited once more. Until then, Jay (Jaleyna Lawes; great-granddaughter)

Grandma Maturah meant so much to me. She was just so funny, kind, loving, and faithful to God. I was her little ‘hide and seek’ person. Whenever she wanted to hide and send money to someone, I was the one she called. When I just got saved, she was the one who helped me with all my biblical questions. Many times she would say to me, “Natalie, God doesn’t need you.” It felt a way, how she would say it, but over the years, it became the statement that kept me in God. I knew that walking away from God was never an option because God didn’t need me, but that I needed Him. I will truly miss you Grandma, I love you so much. Sleep in God’s perfect peace. Natalie Williams

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I’ve lived far away from most of my family all my life. Sometimes, only having chances to see each other face to face every few years, or more. However, when I visited and stayed in Grandma’s house it didn’t feel like visiting. It felt like home. No matter how long it had been between seeing her, being by her side was a comfort, full of love and a sense that I have never been that far away all along. She always encouraged me to share my accomplishments. But no matter what I did, her outlook was always focused on my next steps and how I would continue to grow. In that way, even at my age, she had a talent for making me feel like a kid again. Yet somehow, I wanted to be the one to spoil her. And she knew how to be spoiled too. Once, I told her I wanted to buy her dinner. The word “Lobster” flew out of her mouth so quickly with no pause, it was like a natural reaction. Of course, I was happy to oblige because it was the times that we spent around the dinner table together, as a family, which I cherished the most. In loving memory of Grandma Sybil - Jahi Bernard (Grandson)

As I say goodbye to my dear cousin today, I am reminded of this verse in Isaiah. “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.” This verse has meant a great deal to me as I struggled with the loss of my cousin. Words seem to fail me when I reflect on her, affectionately known as Ms. Mat to me. I was fortunate to have had her in my life for so many years. I feel like it would take a lifetime to write all the beautiful memories we’ve shared together. Ms. Mat was more than a cousin to me, she was like my second mother. Ms. Mat had such a great love for Jesus and was a prayer warrior, praying constantly for so many! She was my sounding board, my advisor, and my confidant. She has been a constant staple in my life. We’ve spent many days talking about the Lord and our family history. I have faced some difficult health complications, and while Ms. Mat was going through her own challenges, she would always make the time to check on me. My eyes filled up with tears as I heard the news. It never occurred to me how much I could lose. I find myself wishing that it wasn’t real. Every time I think about it, pain is all I can feel. Tears fall from my eyes, I can barely see, but my heart tells me that Ms. Mat will always be with me. But until that day comes - I will wipe my tears away and hope to see Ms. Mat again someday. Ms. Mat will forever be in my heart. Your Beloved Cousin, Errol Johnson

Both of my grandmothers passed away while I was deployed, but Grandma Sybil, I adopted you as my grandmother after you entered my life over 16 years ago. Thank you for all the times of laughter. I was always amazed and have admired how you and your grandchildren and great-grandchildren interacted together. You brought many smiles when you told your stories. You will be missed. Last year when we saw you, we didn’t know that we would be in this situation now, writing a tribute for you. I thank God for you. I appreciate the times that we shared together. I appreciate and will never forget when you traveled to Jamaica when my mother passed away. That showed me how much you cared. So Grandma Sybil, take your position in God’s great choir. You have run your race, and you have kept the faith. Until we meet again! Love, Greg Gunter

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I am so blessed to write a tribute on behalf of my sister and friend. “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.” Psalm 116:15. She was a prayer warrior, faithful, loving, kind, and long-suffering. I have watched her over the years; she endured hardship as a good soldier. She was confident of this very thing, that he which began a good work in her will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ. Her physical body is the temple of the Lord. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Rest in peace my beloved sister. Sis. Oslin McKenzie The good Lord blessed me beyond measure when I became neighbor to the Maturahs 30 years ago. Ms. Sib, as I fondly call her, welcomed us from the get go and until hours before she went to be with the Lord. She was a kind and compassionate neighbor who came to my rescue many times when my children were much younger. She rarely talked without mentioning the Goodness of God. In difficult times, when others would have doubted and questioned the existence of God, she held firmly to her faith. I will miss her robust “Good Morning Ms. C!” Rest on Ms. Sib. We will meet again. Carol Sinclair & Family

We will miss our great conversations, peppered with your smiles and bits of humor, when you always took time to inquire about the latest in NY and each family member. Poised, proper, polite! A singular soul transmitting love, light, and warmth to us all! The Anglin Family Sybil Maturah lived her life scripturally. She loved the Lord her God with all her heart, with all her soul, with all her mind and with all her strength. When I first met Sister Maturah, through Sister Nelva Williams over thirty years ago, we found out we had a mutual love for gardening and that began our initial bond. Our relationship blossomed through the years. We’d talk on the phone sharing stories of our families, our trials, our testimonies, but mostly about our faith in God. Sister Maturah was a prayer warrior in every sense of the word! She was the ultimate example of a woman of faith. You’ve heard people say “What would Jesus Do?” Sometimes I would think, “What would Sister Maturah do?” She really impacted my life and really made a difference in helping me see things through the eyes of a virtuous woman. We don’t mourn her passing, although we’ll surely miss her, but we celebrate the life she lived and the joyous life she’s now living. Once again, reunited with her lifetime love - Brother Maturah, and basking in the glories our Lord has promised us in heaven. Dahlia Bisnaught

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Friend, sister, confidant, mentor, and everything that signifies dignity and integrity, are all the attributes that describe this valiant woman of God. I’ve known her for over 50 years. During visits in O c h o Rios in the early days, (whether it was breakfast, lunch, dinner or even supper), those were the times for teaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ and water baptism in the name of JESUS. Being a Trinitarian, whenever I visited or saw her elsewhere, her first words would be “when are you going to be baptized?” My answer would be, “I am already baptized.” However she would emphasize, “You must be baptized in Jesus’ name.” As time went on, she invited me to a week of crusade at her church and that was when I finally decided to accept this Gospel of the Oneness of God. I am therefore indeed grateful to her for witnessing to me so that today, I am still sweetly saved in Christendom. As I reflected on the many things we’ve shared, both naturally and spiritually, I have summed her up in an acronym: “SYBIL MATURAH “ S - Sober Y - Yearning (She was always shining for and talking about JESUS.) B - Blessing (Indeed she was a blessing to me and everyone around her.) I - Inspirational (She never ended a conversation without talking about JESUS.) L - Loving (She was the most loving person and was loved by all.) M - Magnificent A - Authentic T - Tactful U - Unique R - Radiant A - Attractive H - Hilarious I declare that she was amazing and sensational! Susan Deer (SAD) Some years ago, on one of my visits to Spanish Town, Jamaica, I went to Ocho Rios for a weekend stay. While there, I visited with Bishop Houslin, whom I had never met before. During that visit, I was introduced to Sis. Maturah for the first time. Upon returning to Miami, we kept in touch and our respective families met. Throughout the years, we worshipped in different places, but eventually we all became members of Pentecostal Tabernacle. Sis Maturah will be remembered very fondly. She was a godly lady who loved her family and was always very warm and welcoming. My prayer is that the Lord will continue to comfort and strengthen the entire family during their time of bereavement. Elder Cecil Harrow

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Sybil May Maturah. Where do I begin? I shall miss your indomitable spirit, your stories that eventually led me to fits of laughter, (and you had a story for every situation) and your steadfast counsel. May your seat at the dining table forever be reserved for you. In Jesus name… Suzanne Lea (Suzy)

Oh that will be glory for me, glory for me, glory for me. When by his grace I shall look on his face, that will be glory, be glory for me. I would like to take the time to say how beautiful and precious a child of God Sis Maturah was. Her laughter was beautiful and contagious; she knew how to have a good laugh and she was so funny too! Sis Maturah was a person you could always talk with and count on to always be there for you; I miss our chats. We often called to check on each other’s well-being and family. She loved her family; they were so dear to her, but she did not just care about her family, but she loved people; whatever she could do to assist, she would do. I felt like my children were hers and hers mine. We would speak of the goodness and love of our Almighty God! She loved the Lord; no matter what was happening in Sis Maturah’s life, she had the determination to live for the Lord. Nothing was going to come between her and Jesus, she had a made-up mind to stand on the promises of God! You could see the love of the Lord all over her life; she did not take the things of God lightly, she walked in the fear of God. She was a caring and loving sister. We both sang in the choir at Bethel Tabernacle, Ocho Rios, Jamaica. She had a powerful and anointed voice; I always loved to hear her sing. She was always involved in the things of God and from the day the Lord saved her, she always strived to be what he called her to be until the time of her death. I miss you, my friend, I really miss you! Earth’s loss is heaven’s gain. 2 Corinthians 5:8 reminds us that to be absent from this world is to be present with God. I am not saying goodbye - but see you soon. What a day that will be when our Jesus we shall see, when we look upon his face the one who saved us by his grace, He will take us by the hand, glory to God and lead us through the Promised Land, what a day, what a glorious day it will be! Rest in peace my sister and friend, rest in peace. Sis. Parkinson

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She will be missed.... Sis Maturah was someone that I always admired and loved. She was always so loving and caring when I would meet with her…a wonderful warm soul. I remember speaking with her just days before she passed, we shared a laugh and it’s such a gift that I was able to speak with her one last time. She and Bro. Maturah were always thought of as family and they always made me feel the same. Her smile and her voice will truly be missed. She was a great godly lady who will live on in my heart and mind. “Those we love remain with us for love itself lives on, And cherished memories never fade because a loved one’s gone. Those we love can never be more than a thought apart, For as long as there is memory, they’ll live on in the heart.” - Author Unknown Melissa Miller - Family Friend

It is with deep emotions that I give this tribute to my sister, my prayer partner, a beautiful woman of God, a genuine and faithful handmaiden, my friend, Sister Maturah. We met through church ministry in Ocho Rios, Jamaica, where we labored together in that area of kingdom work. Her Pastor, the late Bishop N.J. Houslin and my late husband Bishop D.A. Gallimore were instrumental in harnessing the bond we shared through the years. I am reminded of a favorite scripture we often shared, Psalm 133:1 “Behold how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity”. For so many years we built a solid friendship at church as well as at home. Our children bonded beautifully, they went to school together and it was all things common in our homes. We shared holidays, special occasions and fun times, until Sis Maturah and her family migrated to the USA in 1978. However, our friendship was never affected by the distance, we stayed connected. Despite the crowd, there was never a gathering we were a part of that we didn’t find each other to share special moments. When my husband and I migrated in 2006, we picked up right back where we left off and shared fellowship at Pentecostal Tabernacle of North Miami. Since then, there have been so many transitions, losses and changes, but the connection remained solid. Even up to weeks before her passing we laughed and chatted on our frequent phone conversations. Well done Sis. Maturah, you ran the race with patience. Your faithfulness and commitment remains as a great example to the next generation. Our hope is built on nothing less, we shall carry on toward the mark of this higher calling. I encourage the loved ones to take comfort in the fact that if we stay the course, some sweet day we can all meet again on the other side. You all remain in my prayers. Sister Gweneth Gallimore

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Thank You

We would like to take this opportunity to express our sincere appreciation to you for your support in the form of phone calls, texts, gifts and kind words of encouragement and comfort. Most of all, thank you for your prayers during this time of bereavement. Our loss of our matriarch is heaven’s gain. We would also like to extend a special thank you to CCP Health and Home Care Service and Janel’s Nurse Registry. May God continue to bless you all. The Family of Sybil Maturah

Professional Services Wade Funeral Home 315 West Pembroke Road Hallandale Beach, Florida 33009 (954) 456-6966

Interment Lauderdale Memorial Park 2001 SW 4th Avenue Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33315 (954) 828-7050

Pall Bearers Khaleel Mark Martin Ricardo Donald Kevin N. Gregory

Williams Maturah McArthur Lloyd Fletcher Fletcher Gunter

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