A Most Perfect Transition

“Farmer, journalist, minister, chiropractor, poet, painter, music aficionado. Mostly retired.”

It was celebration of an inspirational life as 300 gathered graveside Friday afternoon sanctifying always-serving faith, never-ceasing friend Dr. Lois Webb.

Only once did we meet Lois, as affectionately known by all including son and family, but that ornery, energetic, yet beautiful, obviously-generous, kind smile remains still fast in memory.

Her self-scribed description, concise with lighted undertone, simplifies the entrepreneur serving one Lois truly was.

Bearing conflicting hardships ample and burdensome none hampered Lois’ vivacity to serve all others.

Distant-acquaintance with Lois developed through her only son, auctioneer Dave Webb of Stilwell, who we met in business, and became friends with additional affiliations.

Always a farmer at heart, Lois forever knew and loved tending the soil and its creatures, and earthly rearing attributed to serving accomplishments.

With a business degree, Lois then became the first licensed woman chiropractor in Kansas. After that health service, Lois continued religious studies, graduating a minister, obliging throughout this country, Australia, Canada, England, beyond.

Yes, Lois was editor, poet, painter, musician, much more. Most importantly, Lois proud mom, grandma, great grandma, everyone’s friend, confidante.

Heart ailments slowed Lois, recovering until a recent stroke unsurmountable, as she passed Palm Sunday morning family and eulogist-Rev. Adam Hamilton bedside.

Although she’d been asleep, not moving two days, Lois raised her hand before passing taking the hand of the Lord as He came for her.  “Absolutely beautiful,” Hamilton somberly reflected.

Initially seeming inadequate, outdoor rites for Lois, who’d presided hundreds such services, was appropriate.

On Good Friday, no tent, spring sunshine, green grass, cottontails, robins, hymn “Amazing Grace,” everybody standing closest to all God’s creations.

Flute and native-tongue renderings of the Navaho going-home songs by Lee Slasher, of Native American heritage as Lois, most fitting-chilling tribute.

Lois’ confidence: “The Light of God surrounds me. The Love of God enfolds me. The Power of God protects me. The Presence of God watches over me. Where I am, God is.  Amen.”

Questioned if he believes Jesus rose and will come back, Rev. Hamilton avowed: “I not only believe it, I’m counting on it.  Lois was counting on it, too.”

Reminder given of John 14:6: “Jesus promised I am the way, the truth, and the life.”

Son Dave assured: “Lois chose Holy Week to make her transition.”