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From:
Valerie Horne
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Wednesday, February 4, 2015
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Pastor T
Pastor John Turansky remains forever in my heart. He led me to the Lord in 1983 and he & "Mrs. T." were an integral part of my growth as a Christian woman, wife and mother. I was always perplexed, yet grateful, at how God allowed me the privilege of being able to work with them in ministry and how we grew to have such a deep and personal relationship.
Memories of our time together will always be treasured. I remember his enthusiastic response to my vienna sausage omelette that I shared with him at the beach. "What is this?! It's so-o-o-o good!!" His surprise at my "gourmet" cooking as I attempted to create lunches as the pre-school cook. He especially liked the spam slices with pineapple rings.
His endearing, never-ending made up slogans and lame jokes. His hatred of fish and his love of backgammon. His "go, go, go" attitude and work ethic that were sometimes astonishing to witness. His passion to feed the church the word of God. His unorthodox ways to save money and raise funds that resulted in tremendous blessings for the ministry.
Pastor T genuinely loved God, his wife & family and his congregation. God allowed me to see him fearless and fearful, always surrendering to do what was necessary for the sake of those he loved. To be able to assist an imperfect man as he is used so mightily for the Lord is a gift. Thank you Pastor T!
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From:
Lisa Poulos
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Saturday, January 31, 2015
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Pastor “T”
So many things flood my mind when I think of Pastor “T”.
Pastor was courageous! He went where God sent him. He said what God told him to say, even when it was unpopular (especially to me!).
Pastor was faithful! He trusted God when he didn’t have the answers. He did not waver when times got hard. He looked forward to what God was going to do.
Pastor was a go-getter! Nothing could hold him back when he was certain he was doing God’s will. GO, GO, GO!!
Pastor loved the Word of God! He taught me to have a plan to grow spiritually. He encouraged me to memorize. He showed me the need for scripture in my life daily.
Pastor was pushy! He knew where he saw potential for spiritual growth in others and made sure you were moving! (God knew I needed that!)
Pastor was a shepherd! He loved his flock and wanted the best for them, even his “thorns” (me)!
He was a good friend! Enjoying someone quite his opposite, giving and gaining in the relationship.
Pastor was a tease! Always lovingly poking fun.
Pastor was sacrificial. He gave is life so others would live eternally.
I am forever grateful to Pastor for giving himself in service to the Lord. I will always love Pastor “T”.
“Thank you for giving to the Lord .... I was a life that was changed.”
~ Lisa Poulos
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From:
Lori Rogers
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Saturday, January 31, 2015
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My dad... One of my earliest memories was my dad putting me on top of the refrigerator and saying, "who are you going to marry Lori?" I would answer a Christian! Then it would change to a pastor just like you daddy! I played games all the time growing up with him - especially cards. I remember many fond trips from mushroom picking in Oregon to ski trips to trips to visit his mom and sisters in Canada. He would "homeschool" me during those times and my spelling list would of course be the books of the Bible. Then we would hike up to the top of the mountain as he told me Bible stories. Then going to Europe for 6 weeks and visiting his relatives in Czechoslovakia and many other countries. Ice cream cones, chocolate bars, mixing the cereals when they were down to the bottom - yuck! The first time he met Jeff was when Jeff sat down in the cafeteria to talk with him and when he left my dad turned to me and said, "what about that one!" Yes dad! I know you sent me to a Christian college to find a Christian and a pastor just like you! Then a very special memory of when I was on bedrest with being pregnant with Malia and he came out and got on his hands and knees and mopped my kitchen floor and treated me like a princess. Then...all the special times with my kids of giving them whale rides in the pool, having Friday date nights where mom and dad would take care of the kids and tell them he was going to order pizza with anchovies! And of course having grandpa verse time where he made special books with each one of them and taught them scripture. Dad gave me an everlasting memory and knowledge of who God is - He is a personal God, a God who I can cry to, a God I can get angry with and yet a God who walks through life by my side and speaks to me through his Word. I wondered what I would need to say if anything to dad at the end and I was just able to tell him how grateful I was that he was my dad. I told him he did a great job and I loved him. He raised his hand and it was at that point I knew he understood. I took his hand in mine like so many times he had done with me as a young girl and gave him 3 squeezes, I LOVE YOU! About an hour before he passed I held his hand and felt that God gave me a song to sing in his ear for him as well as for me. "Turn your eyes upon Jesus Look full in His wonderful face and the things on earth will grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace!" Thanks Dad!
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From:
sal castillo
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Thursday, January 29, 2015
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Pastor T was a great blessing on my life. Sharing his time, teachings and opening his home and family to me, are memories that I will cheerish forever. Despite the years between our time together, my heart remains close to Pastor T, Mrs T as well as Scott, Mark, Kent and Lori.... My thoughts, prayers and gratefulness to Mrs T, Scott, Mark, Kent and Lori for sharing Pastor T with me. You will always be in my thoughts and prayers. I look forward to the day I meet Pastot T again and finally get answers to all my "So What" questions. Thank you Pastor T, PTL.
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From:
Adele Murakami
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Tuesday, January 27, 2015
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Whew … where do I begin … there are so many fond memories of Pastor John: I can hear him singing with gusto the Old and New Testament books of the Bible, which Mark later turned into rap, and particularly, the song “In Mililani” … “I know in God’s house in Mililani … it’s where I should be …” Or, how about his fun rhyming quips and sayings like “Adele, you’ve got to get on the ball … the B-O-L!” or “Get rid of stink-en think-en.” Then, there was the 1 ½ to 2 years where we met every Saturday in his garage for discipleship. The timing of this discipleship time starting up was so of God, and I grew by leaps and bounds in my relationship with the Lord, in His word, and my prayer life. This is what I loved about Pastor John and Shirley … they were in-tune to the Holy Spirit and God’s voice. There were many times when he’d show up or they’d appear where and when God needed them to. He lived on an island surrounded by water and didn’t like fish but loved Loco Mocos. His dog(s) named Lady who drooled! Baptism/beach days at Ali’i Beach Park in Hale’iwa sitting around “talking story,” singing, and playing Acey Deucey (and losing!) or my visits in CA just sitting and watching TV with him in his living room with Lady nearby. Thank you, Pastor, for caring for this once lost sheep and being Christ in the flesh. Sing loud, sing with gusto as you now worship in the presence of the Lord with the angels!!!
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From:
Carrie Turansky
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Monday, January 26, 2015
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I have many great memories of Dad and treasure the life lessons I learned from him. He was very devoted to his family and passed on a great legacy to us. I shared some of my thoughts about him on my blog. http://carrieturansky.com/index.php/remembering-john-turansky/
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From:
Carrie Turansky
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Monday, January 26, 2015
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I posted some memories and lessons I learned from Dad on my blog: http://carrieturansky.com/index.php/remembering-john-turansky/
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From:
Cheryl Turansky
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Monday, January 26, 2015
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One of my favorite memories of Dad was when he and Shirley came to the hospital when our first daughter Taylor was born. I was very tired from labor, but Dad kept cracking jokes about how we should name our first born daughter "Johnette" after him. It really make me laugh. He got such a kick out of adding a grandchild to the family it was fun to see that. He had a very strong sense of family and family pride. Throughout his life, he lived out the value of being supportive of all his kid's lives and goals. When he could he would come a long side to help them in any way. For him, being a "Turansky" was a wonderful thing! I always appreciated his love of family in that way. (Fortunately, after years of (tongue in check) being reminded that we did not name our children after him, Kent and Tracie came to the rescue and Dad did get his namesake in their first born--Jonathan!)
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From:
Mark Turansky
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Monday, January 26, 2015
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My Last visit with Dad - January 8, 2015 By Mark Turansky
Tonight was a very profound experience for me. I spent time with my dad, who is in a nursing home with Dementia, for probably the last time. His mind has been slipping fast. The night before our biological family gathered together (Parents and siblings) along with my children and other cousins, in-laws and family members. When we went to the nursing home, my dad was not able to recognize anyone – including his own wife, and also including me. But tonight when I walked into his room he immediately recognized me. After seeing a documentary called “Alive Inside” where a man used music to connect with nursing home residents suffering from Alzheimer’s and Dementia, I wanted to sing and play the guitar for my father. So, I gathered a bunch of hymns that I knew he would recognize and love, borrowed a guitar and came prepared to make a connection. Over the course of a half hour I played hymn after hymn. Most of them he was able to recognize by name. In between I asked my dad to quote familiar portions of scripture that I knew he had memorized over his years of being a pastor. He was able to recall John 3:16, Romans 3:23, and parts of other scriptures. I also asked him to fill in the missing words: “So What…. “how does this apply to me” and he was able to do it. I asked him - “Dad, please finish this sentence. People sit, sit and sit until it becomes a ________________” He was able to answer the query. (answer: situation) I asked him who said “Go! Go! Go!” all the time but he could not remember. All in all, he was very lucid and focused during our time together. I was grateful that my daughters Taylor and Rylie could be there to see their grandpa one last time and experience this with me. After a while, it became obvious that he was getting tired and it was time to bring the evening to a close. I had planned to “say my peace” with my dad and asked my kids and my mom to give me some privacy. When they left the room, I knelt by his bed, held his hand and got close so he could hear. I told him that I was grateful that he was my dad and thanked him for all he had done for me - from supporting my interests, to supporting my career. When I started to talk to him I noticed that he began to cry – it was then that I knew he was understanding my every word. (my mom told me later that after I left the room he cried more, and then she cried. My mom said that was the first time since he went into the nursing home that he had shown emotion or cried.) As I continued, I told him that I saw him as a person who was driven to always wanting to do more – he was never satisfied with his accomplishments and always seemed to be chasing the dream of doing something “great.” I told him that he could rest in the fact that he did accomplish great things. I told him how proud I was of what he had done in his life and that now that I am older I have come to realize how amazing he was to start business and ministries from scratch and move from state to state without fear of failure that kept his vision stifled. Fighting back the tears, I also apologized for giving him such a hard time - for arguing with him and not being as grateful as I should have been. And then, on a whim – because I had not planned to say this – I asked him for “The Blessing.” Now, to understand the importance of “The Blessing” you had to have known my dad and his teachings over the years. He believed in getting The Blessing from your parents and he taught receiving The Blessing from portions of scripture where the father would bless his sons in traditional Hebrew culture. So, in that moment, the idea of receiving The Blessing popped into my head, so I asked for it and he said to me, “I give you The Blessing.” It was done. Nothing more needed to be said. Of course, I was emotional and it was all I could do to not cry uncontrollably. I was able to keep my composure, for the most part. I am grateful that he was lucid enough to understand and be emotionally and intellectually present with me for that moment in time. Twice during the time I was talking to him I asked him, “Dad, do you understand what I am saying?” And both times he said, “Yes, I understand.” During the summer of 2014, my mom asked me if I wanted to see dad one more time before he passed since I had not seen him for several years. At that time I told her that I didn’t need to, that I just wanted to remember him when he was strong and had full use of his faculties. But I am glad that I changed my mind and planned this trip. When the tickets were bought and the days were growing closer for me to travel to the mainland and see him, I found myself rehearsing what I wanted and needed to say. All that thinking culminated tonight. I walked out of the nursing home with my two girls by my side. As soon as we got on the front sidewalk I broke down. Both Taylor and Rylie held me close – they knew it was a very special moment. We got into the car and started driving back to grandma’s house in silence. I was amazed at how they seemed to sense the need for quiet during that sacred moment. Tonight was a very profound experience for me.
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From:
Ted Moore
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Sunday, January 25, 2015
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My eternal love and gratitude to John and Shirley for their loving and gracious investment in my life. The life lessons I learned impact my life on a daily basis and have taught me to look at every thing in life as am opportunity to minister. Thank you for giving of your lives to others. You forever have my love and friendship.
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