Des\’ 80th Birthday Book of messages (vii)
Sunday, July 5th, 2009Col & Val Friend…
Dear Des,
I want to apologise for not being able to attend your 80th birthday but there are some things I want to put on paper.
80 years of age for Des Ford will be the beginning of a new chapter in your story book of life. Moses did not really start to do mighty things for God until he was 80 and his eye never dimmed nor his strength abated. I am looking forward to reading the next chapter in your book of life.
I met you for the very first time at the Brisbane Adventist camp in 1964. This young preacher took a stirring Sabbath service which made me rush off to the Adventist Book Centre on Sunday morning in an attempt to find something you had authored. On that occasion all I could find on the shelf was a little red booklet entitled “Unlocking God’s Treasury”. I purchased the booklet and rushed off to ask if you would sign it as the author which you agreed to do. I have just found the booklet in my library and the pages have turned all yellow but your signature is as fresh as it was the day you signed. There must be a moral to this story somewhere.
I always enjoyed your annual visits to the Central Queensland University that our mutual friend the late Peter Lawson would arrange through the Campus Ministries. You would always challenge the students to search the scriptures for themselves and not be content with traditional interpretation of the Bible. Your presentation was always followed by enthusiastic questions from the students. It is remarkable how mind pictures never age and when I think of Des Ford, I do not have a mind picture of an 80 year old man but rather that of a vibrant speaker full of life, and extolling the virtues of our loving Saviour.
You have a gift Des, for presenting complex issues in a way that the listener both academic and lay person can appreciate.
May you be granted God’s richest blessing on your 80th birthday.
Col & Val Friend.
Ken Lawson…
I first met Des at Avondale College in 1965. His classes were packed in the Lecture Theatre every time I was there. I never had a teacher like him and no other at Avondale could match his standard. He never used notes and when checking his work, he was always spot on. He was amazing.
Then when he spoke in Chapel for Vespers there was a buzz across Campus….Des is speaking and almost everyone was excited. It was because Christ met with us in a special appointment. Those memories will last for eternity.
Des was so kind to me, one of his poorest students, and that provided encouragement to continue. When he was sacked it was as though the light went out on Adventism.
The years have gone and Des is still so kind to this poor student, but this student has learnt a lot.
What an honour to still have opportunity to learn from my teacher 44 years later, and he still sets the standard so high, one cannot jump over it, but strive to do ones best.
I read papers from across the world from theologians of the church, and still it seems no one reaches the bar set by example and dedication….
Des is a good friend, a mate, a dinkum Aussie, a true blue,
a great preacher, a leader of the pack, and yet a humble salt, who walks the Streets of Caloundra, almost unnoticed…a kind, courteous, tender-hearted, and loving gentleman of belonging…. to Christ.
Thousands today say thankyou Des for the years of service to Christ.
Thankyou for all the encouragement, and foresight and the help you have been to bumbling, stumbling Adventism.
You singlehandedly turned Adventism into a gospel movement and maybe it will yet do what it needs to do.
Blessings
Ken L Lawson
Jane Matthews…
Before I met Des, I was a prisoner – a prisoner to the shackles of dogmas, rules and regulations. I did not feel free to love other people who belong to other denominations. I even felt guilty associating with them. After I heard the true gospel through Des and company, I was set free! Hallelujah! What a gift!
I will always admire Des for his courage and integrity to follow his convictions, not counting the cost. To this day, he and Gill are still giving, not just books but of themselves!
Des, Gill, I don\’t think I have ever thanked you for what you have done. This is my opportunity and will not want to let it pass. Thank you! You are a blessing to others because of who you are.
Jane
California
Gillie…
I am Jane Matthew\’s sister here in California. Des stayed with us at our house in California and even in the Philippines. I want to share my thoughts and experiences if allowed to.
GREETINGS DR. DES!
I had eagerly waited for the articles you wrote in SDA magazines when I was still a kid. I was saddened when it stopped coming and tried hard to know, because I needed more refreshing/inspirational messages. I got hold of a magazine which printed your thoughts about the investigative judgment. They made sense.
I heard from my sister Jane that you had been requested to visit the Philippines. That was a welcome treat. That experience made clear several issues which had loomed in the recesses of my mind, carefully kept until clarification was available. Those times you were with us, cleared up the doctrinal issues and I sank deeper into the Fount of Truth.
Other than religious issues, I learned that I wasn\’t physically fit as I thought I was. My sisters who were both physicians and I, prided ourselves as the fastest joggers and with the most endurance until you came and left us a mile away panting while you were just relaxed as you breezed your way.
I also witnessed how you can adjust with the circumstances you were in — from an adventurous outreach to the outskirts of Manila and staying in a shack with improvised washrooms to staying in 5-star hotels. It was the same with you– an opportunity to share your Creator-Friend with everyone.
I also learned that Manila mango and young coconut are top in your list of food. hi,hi,hi.
Visiting you at Auburn, California, you gave us books for free. I happened also to get Gillian\’s book. What is still fresh in my memory was when you ran after us to give us more books. That picture made me resolve once and for all to do all I can to support your ministry, as long as I am able.
Truly you have touched my life, my family\’s life including our late sister and mom, and thousands more. Your intelligence, bravery and integrity is very inspiring. I can see God\’s handiwork getting perfected as I see you.
SHALOM, DR, DES!
Gillie
Erv Taylor…
On the Celebration of Desmond Ford’s 80th Birthday
My personal contact with Des has been relatively recent but his distinguished reputation and the great contributions that he has made to evangelical Christian thought, and specifically to his natal church, have long preceded him in the part of the world I inhabit—California, USA.
Those who have known him for his entire career deserve long messages and thus I will only contribute a brief comment.
That one agrees or disagrees on minor points of speculative theology is irrelevant to the greater good to which Des has contributed. He has upheld a prophetic vision that has inspired thousands to follow a better way that constitutes basic Christianity.
It was the great honor to those of us involved with Adventist Today to be able to sponsor the presentations that Des made at the Spiritual Renaissance Retreat in Monterey, California several years ago and at Loma Linda, California more recently when he gave the Richard Hammill Memorial Lecture. It was also our great fortune to be able to publish his biography \”Desmond Ford: Reformist Theologian, Gospel Revivalist\” by Milton Hook. It is with sincere appreciation for all that you, Des, have done for our own faith community and in advancing the larger Christian message in our time, that I am honored to be included in this compilation of salutes on your 80th.
With all best wishes,
Erv Taylor
Loma Linda, California
Dick & Tatyana Noel…
Dear brother Desmond!
Happy Birthday to you! We love you and value your experience and teaching so much!
We praise God that like Daniel you have already emerged from the Lion\’s den to praise God and continue your work for Him. May we all continue to praise God in everything and see Him soon in the clouds of Glory.
Dick and Tatyana Noel
The Incandescent Presence of Des
By Gillian Ford
Well, here we are, and it’s D-Day. Desmond-Day. I first met Des Ford in 1966 in class. I was a new Adventist, and my first Bible class at Avondale College was Daniel and Revelation. It was a class of over 100 people and I sat near the back row. Des first noticed me because I was often in deep conversation with Diane White during his lectures. People didn’t usually talk during Des’s classes. Des didn’t tell me to stop talking, as I recall, but he instead tried to distract me with questions, to which I had no answers because I had been talking to Diane. Something must have gotten in, however, as when it came to the 40-page essay, I wrote about Antiochus Epiphanes, which I apparently learned about through osmosis while I was talking. Des told me just before we married that he would have been fired had he written that essay, but really I just heard what he said. I had met my roommate Eunice Phillips from Manchester on the train coming up from Sydney on our way to college that same year. We were both 21 and from England, and neither of us knew anyone else at college. We noticed that Des moved fast and immediately christened him Desmond the Dachshund.
Don’t think that I am going to go into such detail over the next 40 years, since unbelievably that’s nearly how long we’ve been married. But Desmond the Dachshund does lead into my comments on Des as a fast mover, shaker and worker. If you were to draw an abstract figure of Des, you’d have to have him leaning forward, arms gesticulating and legs pumping, and on the move. There would also have to be a light bulb switched on in the brain. This meant decisions were made fast, such jobs as packing were done rough and fast, driving was fast and sometimes hair-raising, pots were always cooked with the elements on high. If there was a ‘very high’ or an ‘extremely high’, ‘blazing’, or ‘incandescent’ notch on the knob on the cooker, Des would pick the highest. Many pots succumbed, blackened or melted. Windows were always open, whatever the weather, and curtains flew and froze horizontal in the winter Arctic breezes. High energy, great intensity, fast movement, rapid speech—you get the picture. And yet, as a Chinese doctor said to me, after working on Des’s pulses, ‘This man has great inner peace, like a Buddha’. So this is the picture: cyclonic but benevolent activity, with a calm and gentle centre; a rational, thoughtful person with a happy nature and a very even temperament. This leads into my part-time career as Des’s bookmaker as I tried to keep pace. In the early hours, Des, after waking immediately into full and ebullient consciousness, was primed ready to go, though the sun had not risen.
The brain was baptised each day with hours of Bible study and other reading. Much exercise was taken. In his diary in the 1990s, over here for a speaking tour, Des wrote, ‘I walked 20 miles and had four swims today’. He was hardest on himself, exerting exacting and unsparing self-discipline in every area of life. He had learned to rest before meals, or else he could not eat because of much study. When he wrote, typing faster than me at over 100 words per minute, fingers flying over the keys, the words, coherent and cogent, flowed out as from a sweet spring. Two PhDs of quality, done in 18 months each, unheard of; the black Daniel, essentially written in three weeks; Crisis, his commentary on Revelation, a series of nearly 1,000 pages, written in five weeks. And for a recent example, Jesus Only, written in two weeks, and Jesus Only and For the Sake of the Gospel together written and produced in three months. And of course, there was the preparation and delivery of many thousands of sermons. Des focused his life, his mind, body and energies on the one great thing, God’s work, and the one great Person, Jesus. To the great questions of our age and the problems of this generation, Des has offered Jesus as the only solution.
Because of his early exposure to such writers as Spurgeon and following Ellen White’s admonitions to make Christ central, Jesus, his person and his great work of salvation became the centre of Des’s ministry. His great interest in prophecy and eschatology, the study of last things, led to changes in thinking—primarily because Christ and the gospel are to be the benchmark of all interpretation. Seeing the book of Revelation, not just as a revelation of a denomination’s journey through to the end, but as a Revelation of Jesus Christ and his work, made everything new. Science may be interesting, prophecy may be fascinating, but the Bible is about Christ, the God-man, the Saviour of the World, and our Redeemer. Christ casts light on everything else, not the other way around. In the end, Des will be remembered for making Jesus central and real to many, trying to make the difficult plain, and the rugged path accessible. He has been busy about his Master’s work; he has been kind and supportive to his friends; and he has been most charitable to his enemies.
I salute Des as ‘true blue’, the real thing, honest, a person of the highest integrity, as someone who stands and lives for what he believes, a non-political creature, and a person for whom my love and respect has grown over the years. I want to thank him for teaching me the way of salvation and reflecting the love of Christ in his care, compassion, encouragement and support for me as well as his family. I would also like to mention Gwen, Des’s first love, and salute her for her devotion, spirituality and gentleness and her part in Des’s first forty years. They were twin souls and thought alike, and her memory is a sweet perfume to all who knew her.
Happy birthday, Des! May you have many more happy and healthy years. Maybe we can have another of these gatherings in ten years. The universe approves of you. You are God’s man and it was a great blessing to us all that you were born.
May the Lord continue to shine his light upon you.
Gill
On the occasion of his 80th birthday . . .
From Elenne
Today as we celebrate four fifths of father’s life (yes he is living until he is 100 years old, maybe forever, if we do God’s work in this world) there are so many stories from his past that have not been widely heard. I want them to be heard, as without them you do not have the full picture.
I first met my father about a month after I was born in late 1955. I know he was involved in my early care as the family story survives of him holding me after removing my nappy and before he could fix a fresh one in place I dropped neatly into his dressing gown pocket a ‘not so sweet’ something.
My first recollection of him that I can now recall is, as a three year old, seeing him in his bunk on board ship during bad weather in 1958 / early 1959. I was excited about the facilities for children on board the ship and wanted to show him the mosaic of a fish I had made in the kindergarten. He and my mother were too overcome with seasickness to be very interested in my fish. The return journey in 1961 was much more fun. We shared a cabin and took great glee in going to the dining room together for cherry pie and cream! But there was lots of fun in America too – a ride on his shoulders to see Premier Khrushchev, the many winter evenings when my brother and I would climb all over him, riding him like a camel and being lifted high in the air on his feet.
As a father he did everything in his power to instil confidence into his children and the belief that anything is possible with God’s help. We never sensed any fear in him and he always encouraged us to ‘give it a go’ – whether it was finding my way alone as a 5-year-old from the college cafeteria to our new home out past the water tower, or climbing a cliff face to pick an orchid (even though he had to rescue me by hanging from a tree over the cliff so I could climb up his legs), or swimming across an expanse of Lake Macquarie – although I was happy that he swam out to meet me half way, or bribing me to swim across Dora Creek every day for a year.
Given his workload and study habits you would think that we only had glimpses of him growing up but in fact I was never aware of his pressing schedule. Instead every day he would read to us, conduct a daily devotional, lie on the floor while we ate a meal so he could chat or just listen to us tell him about our day. We had camping trips and bike trips, bush walks and boat rides and always lots of stories to fire up our imagination. He used to row our old homemade boat, purchased from the ‘donkey man’, up Dora Creek and out to Pulbar Island with all our provisions for a camping holiday. And what a great camp cook he was –
so ingenious. He used to wade out into the lake and scoop up a little water to make a delicious stew.
I always felt very loved and that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for us. He was conscientious, attentive, untiring and patient as a parent. I recall feeling unwell one day in the late 1960’s when we were living on the edge of Lake Macquarie. I told him that all I felt like eating was a cucumber. So he rode his bicycle for miles looking for the mobile green grocer that used to serve the scattered lake communities. His persistence paid off and home he came with the longed for cucumber.
It was not that many years ago that I asked him whether he had any faults and I was surprised to hear him say that he was impatient. I had never experienced it. And yet I
was enough to try the patience of any saint. In fact each of us children has been a heavy burden on his heart in one way or another over the years.
Life has been very hard for him and yet he never complained, was always good-humoured and never spoke badly of anyone. We learned that comments such as ‘they mean well’ or ‘God loves them’ meant that father was struggling to say something positive about the person.
I have always been able to tell my father the good, the bad and the ugly without any fear of condemnation or chastisement. When I chose to leave God out of my life for more than 12 years he just loved me – there were no lectures, no nagging, no criticism – just love and no doubt many prayers. It was his influence alone that brought me back from the brink. God must exist and must be powerful. Divine strength is the only explanation for what I have observed in my father. Lack of sleep night after night as he listened to see if my mother was still breathing, while juggling the huge demands of teaching, preaching and caring for the family did not change him. He was unjustly accused, misunderstood and maligned and stripped of credentials and employment and yet he has always had a sweet forgiving spirit. He is the same at home as he is when in public view.
My daily prayer and my prayer for today is that we will be back here in 20 years to celebrate 100 years of his life and service.
Elenne
Speech by Robert Porter…
Congratulations! Des, you are 80!
Master of Ceremonies, Mr. Kevin Ferris
Guest of Honour, Dr. Desmond Ford
Wife Gill, family, ladies and gentlemen
It is an honour beyond compare for me to present on this auspicious occasion words of hearty congratulation and deep personal admiration and affection for this truly great and amazing man of God.
Des you are without doubt our highly esteemed, much-loved brother and good friend.
The depth of the Porter’s love and height of our admiration can only be measured today by the fact that Corrie and I have spent over $2,000.00 to be here. Now that’s going far beyond the pecuniary boundaries for one of Scottish heritage. Add to that the fact that we are prepared to risk our lives in your Queensland humidity. We are here. You are our inspiration.
I have entitled my talk ‘The Soteriological and Eschatological Implications of the Influence of Dr. Des Ford’s teaching in Adventism’.
A young S.D.A. boy was playing in the park near his home when he was joined by a newcomer. Being missionary minded, the lad invited him to Sabbath School the next day. The new boy on the block scampered off excitedly and enthusiastically to ask permission of his mum. He duly and dejectedly returned with this reply, ‘I can’t come ‘cos you belong to a different ABOMINATION’. Food for thought!
My first encounter with Pastor Des Ford was in the Ophir Glen Burringbar Church Hall in 1954/56. I was 12-13 years of age. That memorable occasion featuring a gospel study on the story of Esther was a red-letter night for me and left and indelible life-long impression and treasured memory. That night presentation set a fire burning on the cold hearth of a sinful, desolate heart. Now, praise God, by the undeserved grace of God, though, the coals have often flickered low, that fire once lit by Des has never been extinguished.
The following year or so; probably 1956/57, there was a second chance encounter. It was at Des’s home in Inverell. The Rayner boys from Mullumbimby and myself were travelling through to the Bryce property at North Star to go shooting.
Des exuberantly greeted the four of us at his home, with a firm handshake and characteristic slap on the shoulder. Then followed a brief prayer asking for God’s favour to lead and guide this young pilgrim, who, by the way, was on a journey to nowhere spiritually. However, Des’s prayer and kindly attention for a young, shy lost soul left a life-long legacy.
My third encounter was life-changing. I was at the crossroads of my youthful life’s journey. I was 19 years old. The year 1960. The Providence of God had led me to (Continued)
Des’s weatherboard home on College Drive, Avondale, Cooranbong. Again Des offered a brief prayer for God to indicate my future direction. This request was
answered in a providential and miraculous way that very same Sunday evening at College registration.
My path was set. I was chosen by God to teach and preach. It was soon my life-changing privilege to sit at the feet of one of God’s exceptional gospel teachers. Could I say, matchless, unequalled. Des, your presentations of the Life and Teachings of Jesus were one of the seven wonders of 20th Century Bible teachings. The other six wonders were your other classes.
Des, you dug deep into the inestimable treasure of God’s mine of sacred truth and brought to the surface and displayed the glorious, unsurpassable wealth and riches of the Gospel so that we sat spellbound in excited, inspired wonderment and awed amazement.
Your articulate, matchless, inspirational ability to take the great, profound themes of the Word of God and make them plain to the wayfaring man has been an undeserved yet rich endowment to us all.
You were the refreshing, enervating, life-giving oasis of God in the 20th century parched desert of Adventism. Your keys to life unlocked the painful shackles of legalistic religion that bound us in spiritual desperation and darkness. Your message of hope through the Righteousness of Christ set us free. You were the Mount Everest of gospel preaching in the 20th, 21st century—the high water mark, the breath of fresh air in the ecclesia of God. Your unveiling of the knotted skein of Adventist soteriology, eschatology and apocalyptic has been nothing short of the miraculous and divine providence!
We are forever indebted to your invaluable, priceless knowledge and exegesis; your inestimable presentations of the World of God. We now know that ‘we are complete in Christ’, ‘we are accepted in the Beloved’, translated out of darkness into the glorious light of the gospel, seated in heavenly places in Christ Jesus, that God is for us and not against us, that all manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven unto men. He that has the Son has life.
Then we are also indebted to you for your one liners. They are proverbial.
God either matters supremely, or he doesn’t matter at all.
It’s not who you are, but whose you are.
Never concentrate on your love for God, concentrate on God’s love for you.
We are not saved by faith and works; we are saved by a faith that works.
We don’t have to be good to be saved; we do have to be saved to be good.
Our daughter Pam, in her time of trouble, said her lifeline were these words from Des: ‘Nothing you can do can make God love you more. Nothing you can do can make God love you less’.
Des, your magnetic enthusiasm drew us all to the highest point of human experience; kneeling at the foot of the Cross.
Just as Mount Fuji is in every Japanese painting, Jesus Christ has appeared high and lifted up in your every presentation. We have listened, we have been inspired, encourage, enamoured, enriched. We have been to Calvary, and we, too, have been renewed, restored and changed.
Now, example is greater than precept. you have talked the talk and walked the walk. You have forgiven the unforgivable. We applaud, honour and salute you for your faithful legacy to us.
I was once despondent and discouraged, can I say I am forever indebted for the shorted sermon you ever preached. I said to you, ‘I am quitting’; you said to me, ‘Robert, not man having put his hand to the plough and turning back is fit for the kingdom of God. My hand is still on the plough. Thank God! Thank God!
Des, you know what it is to be crushed in the crucible of trial, but in your case the crushing only intensified the delightful aroma of the Rose of Sharon, the Lily of the Valley, dwelling in you. The experiences enhanced your character and blessed us. For that, I thank you.
And I thank you that our youngest daughter Lisa, who was ‘dead in trespasses and sins’, within the very gates of hell, has been rescued and drawn to the throne room of heaven by your ministry.
Des Ford, you are a valiant hero of the faith. You are a kind, compassionate, gentle and faithful, wise and humble servant of our Saviour. You are a real man of God; a true and trustworthy shepherd of the flock; a teacher par excellence; an inimitable example, and a theologian of all theologians. May you ever be conscious of the fact that God’s will will never take you where his grace cannot keep you.
Today we salute your diligent pursuit of excellence; your unswerving commitment to truth, to God, to your fellow men; and your good fight of faith. We thank Jesus for you.
In the words of Saint Peter, ‘we are kept by the power of God until He comes’. I wish you this keeping until you look into the beautiful face of Jesus, the one you love dearly and whom you have so faithfully exhorted and enthusiastically uplifted.
Desmond Ford, we love you, we respect you; we appreciate and admire you. We pray God willing we will be with you at your ninetieth birthday celebration. If not, by God’s grace we will meet in the Kingdom of heaven soon to come.
God bless and keep you for all eternity.
Robert and Corrie Porter and families
A Student Get’s One Back
DES, AT YOUR WORD OPENED A DOOR INVITING
TEACHER AND TAUGHT TO FEAST DELIGHTFULLY
YOU THE “GIRAFFA camelopardalis”*.
WE “MELEAGRIDS”* SUSTAINED FROM LOFTY TREE.
GREAT THE HEIGHTS, THE WIDE SPACES CALLING;
BURDENS TO BEAT WE COULD NOT THEN SEE.
THOSE HALLOWED MEMORIES KEEP ROLLING –
LOFTY THOUGHTS ERE WE SHIPPED OUT TO SEA.
MALIGNANT “ONTOLOGY”+ WE CHEWED ON AND SPAT
“EXISTENCE” IT SURE LINKED WITH “SHALL”^
“APOTLESMATIC” – THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE WERE THAT
WITH THE UPSWING IN “DIALECTICAL.”
FEAST WE YET IN JOYFUL AFFIRMATION
THOUGH DIMLY SEEN OF WHAT WAS YET TO BE
SALUTE WE STILL IN WONDROUS CONTEMPLATION
YOU, WHOSE TWIGS WE SHARED, AND WILL, ETERNALLY.
*The zoological designation for giraffes.
#Likewise for turkeys
+Sure seemed close to oncology back then.
^Existential
Dear Des, we won’t be HERE for you next eightieth, but we have our place names readied THERE!
Alan Smith
A committee Sits in Judgment
ACADEMIC COMMITTEE MEETING
Avondale College circa early 60’s
(Presenters: Arnold Reye: Chairman, Peter Williams, Greig Lipman, Kevin Ferris)
Scene: At the planned moment four gentlemen walk into the room and take a seat around a table. The MC announces “We will now take a look in at an academic committee meeting sitting at Avondale College back in the sixties.”
Arnold: Thank you for turning up, particularly under these circumstances.
Kevin: I get the feeling there are spectators in this room. (Looks around).
Greig: Are they from the right or from the left?
Kevin: Well……from what’s coming t