by Ben Sworh
April 7, 1945 - August 10, 2010
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
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 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
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.