Saint Timothy's
Episcopal Church
Indianapolis, IN  USA

Parish News
by Ben Sworh

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Vestry Notes




Cooley Smith
April 7, 1945 - August 10, 2010

Cooley Smith, March 2010Long time parishioner, Cooley Smith, passed away last Monday evening. 

The funeral service was held Monday, August 16, 2010 at 4:00pm at St. Timothy’s.  The family invited all to a reception following the service (5:00 – 7:00 pm) so family and friends may join in celebrating the life of a man “who never meet a stranger he didn’t like.”

Please keep Cooley's wife, Marcy, and all their family in your prayers.

May Cooley's soul, and the souls of all the departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.  Amen.


Cooley 2007

Senior Warden Chris Large, & Cooley Junior Warden








Cooley served St. Timothy's in many roles thru the years.  We will miss him greatly. 





Cooley taught us something no one else could  He taught us how to be patient -- how to WAIT with HUMOR.  Waiting seemed to be something Cooley was good at.

Now, if you didn't know him well, you might have thought of him as just the opposite, as impatient.  But that was only on the surface.

Cooley's great strength was that he knew the truth of life -- He knew that life is made of hope -- and the key to hope is HUMOR.  Sometimes hope is hidden, and humor is the key that unlocks the treasure chest and keeps us HOPING.  Cooley's humor made our lives a better, easier place.

His sense of humor was deep, and ironic, and always surprising. 

That's how he set a course record as chairman of St. Timothy's Property Commission.    Now, for years, the problem with being chair of the Property Commission was that nobody was ever happy with the temperature in the church.  So when you were the chairman of the commission, every time you came to church all you heard were complaints.  And after about two years, you got sick of complaints and -- you quit.  No one lasted more than two years.  Until Cooley.

One Sunday I was sitting in the coffee hour when Cooley came over to the table.  He had THE LOOK on his face.  The look every Property Chairman got just before he had a tantrum and resigned.  I just looked at him and raised my eyebrows.

That was another thing about Cooley -- you never had to waste time on formalities -- you could just look at him and he'd read your mind.  But back to the coffee hour and the Property Commission.  I raised my eyebrows and waited for the blast.  But what came out next was pure Cooley-ism.  He said, "Yeah, somebody's hot.  And somebody's cold."    ++++++++

Instead of a temper tantrum Cooley turned it into a joke.  And taught me how to be patient.  He showed us all that the foibles of human nature don't really matter if we seer the humor in them. 

And then there's camping.  Some people would get upset if raccoons reached under the bungee cords, into their cooler, to steal a package of hot dogs.  Cooley could turn it into a joke that lives on and has spread far beyond a small circle of campers and even makes you feel good about raccoons.

We don't know if heaven has thermostats.  We'd like to think that the temperature is perfect for everyone.  And if heaven has raccoons, we hope they have enough of their own food.  But even if everything IS perfect, there's going to be a place for Cooley's humor -- you know everyone up there is ready for a few laughs.  Heaven is lucky to have him now.  And when we get there, he'll have a lot to tell us.  He'll have his own perspective on the the place --a perspective no one else has -- and when he tells us about it, we'll laugh as the angels laugh, with holy love.  God bless you, Cooley. 

Donna Olsen
Cooley Smith