Monday, June 7, 2010

Lester H. Davis

Today Jason and I will attend the funeral of a GREAT man of God
A sweet friend
Grandfather to an entire church

Les Davis

"How's Old Beetlebaum?"
"Is he taking good care of you sweetheart!?"
"Are you working hard or hardly working?"
"Hey Stinky!"
"Are you being an ornery old codger?"

Les passed away last week while we were all at RFKC- someone piped right up and said, "I hope St. Peter is ready for the strongest handshake ever!" So true- Les would just about crush your fingers, even at 86 years old!

We loved Les, and are so sad for the Davis family, but are rejoicing that he is in heaven today!

Lester H. Davis, 86, of Tulsa went to be with the Lord on Thursday, June 03, 2010. Les was born on August 18, 1923, near Bluejacket, Oklahoma the youngest of the ten children of Horten and Nora Davis. Les is survived by his wife Mary having shared 63 years of togetherness. He is followed in life by two sons, Tim and his wife Emily of Houston; and Greg and his wife Donna of Tulsa. He was a beloved granddad to six granddaughters and four grandsons-in-law; and 2 great-grandsons and 1 great-granddaughter. Les is a World War II Army Air Corps Veteran, graduate of University of Tulsa and retired from a long career as an engineer with Sun Oil Company. As a committed Christian man Les served the Lord in ministry as a deacon, teacher, choir member, and willing servant throughout his life. Les impacted the lives of hundreds with his caring, compassionate words of encouragement. In short, he was a true Christian at all times and in every relationship. Memorial donations are encouraged in lieu of flowers, to Royal Family Kids Camp, c/o Christian Chapel, 7807 E. 76th St., Tulsa, OK 74133. The family will receive friends from 3 to 5 p.m., on Sunday at Moore’s Southlawn Funeral Home. Services will be held at 10:00 a.m., on Monday, June 7, 2010, at Christian Chapel, followed by interment at Memorial Park Cemetery. Moore’s Southlawn 663-2233 share memories at This obituary was published in the Tulsa World on 6/5/2010.

1 comment:

Carol said...

I sat next to Les at the first RFKC training session, when we worked through a personality inventory-style test. I had very lop-sided results, an organizer deluxe. I asked Les how his test turned out, curious to know what his strengths might be. He had scored almost the same in every category of personality....sign of a well-integrated personality. I know this was God's work in him as he had lived long consistant years with the Lord. I've always taken such encouragement from Les and know that we may be getting older as we ride this ol' earth, but we are also truly ripening into the image of Christ.

I loved that he and Mary probably made an agonizing decision to leave their previous home church after many years of sweet fellowship and come to Christian Chapel to honor and support their son Greg as he had become our Sr. Pastor. They felt it was just the right thing to do and CC has been richer for their decision. When they came among us, they came with their whole heart, showed up for EVERYTHING; Andrea remembers teaming up with Les under the VBS craft tent in the heat of a Tulsa June working through endless rounds of funoodle snakes (Tamara!) and spray tie-dye and all sorts of fun.

I loved the Tennessee Ernie Ford music Les loved to play at the Woodworking Shop at RFKC and recall the crew of guys sitting around in their reclining lawn chairs trying to catch a little rest before the next wave of campers whould show up to use hammers to hit the nails Les and his buds would hold in their fingers. Talk about offering your body as a living sacrifice....sweet, sweet service, sweet, sweet spirited man. I was just one among many who labored away at those Camps, but he would always make a point to look me in the eye when I would come into the cafeteria for lunch, (I'd be just dripping in sweat,) and say "Aw Carol, how are you holding up? I keep seeing you walking around this whole Camp checking to see that everything's going right. Are you sure you're OK?!!" And just the fact that he asked this question and had this expression of empathy on his face would make me feel like wading back into the trenches for another go-around. He had the true spiritual gift of encouragement.

He will be very much missed, but we've apparently all learned something of his ways: Be the first to approach another person. Get out of your seat and find someone to greet. Squeeze them hard so they'll know you care. Call them some crazy improbable name. Ask them about themselves and listen to their answer. Empathize with them. Ask them if they're taking care of their (mate, children, friend). Repeat until the sanctuary is emptied out or the Lord takes you home. Recipe for a useful servant.