Bill Gwinn
He Made the Christian Faith Fun

By Douglas Gwinn  ||  Bio of Bill Gwinn  ||  Bio of Colette Gwinn

Watch a video of Bill Gwinn speaking at Outdoor Resorts in 2005

Bill and Colette Gwinn, looking out at the first hole at Sun Lakes behind their home near Palm Springs, California (2006)

Play this song by Luther Vandross while you read this

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   Who we are and what we become is significantly influenced by the people who love us and with whom we spend our time. The many people who spent time with my Dad, Bill Gwinn, found themselves becoming better people, better servants of Christ who loved God and loved people the way He does. Bill Gwinn invested his life in his family and in so many other people who God brought into his life. More than anyone else I have known, Bill Gwinn was somebody who people sought out and wanted to be with.

   I never personally knew another person who was as well-liked as my Dad. But Dad's priorities in life were first God-centered. Bill Gwinn was a "people-person" by divine calling. A Bible verse which could summarize his perspective on life might be this one.... "I being in the way, the Lord led me" (Genesis 24:27). You walk with the Lord and let Him lead you. And God led Bill Gwinn to minister to people. I'll give you some examples...

   When I was a kid I remember how we used to try to go across the mall at Mount Hermon during a summer conference, trying to get to the dining room or fountain.... but we could hardly traverse that short 100 feet because person after person or couple after couple or family after family would run into us and talk and laugh and share with Dad what God was teaching them or doing in their lives or in their families. I have no recollection of Dad ever turning anyone away who needed his advice, counsel, godly wisdom or just an arm around their shoulder. They loved Bill Gwinn and they wanted to spend time with him because he loved them. Just by being himself, Dad could inspire people to be their best.

   We would go out for dinner at restaurants, almost anywhere in California (it seemed) and there would inevitably be someone at the restaurant who would come up to Mom and Dad and greet them. They would start reminiscing about Mount Hermon and pretty soon our food was cold. They loved Bill Gwinn and they desired to spend time with him because he loved them and showed it consistently.

   My wife, Linda and I would take Mom and Dad to the L.A. County Fair and almost every year, someone would come up to Dad and greet him. His friends were not just folks from Mount Hermon, but from many other places too. When Mom & Dad came with us to our Baptist church one time in Glendora, turns out they knew people there who had attended Whitworth College with them. Bill Gwinn was someone you remembered and you wanted to spend time with him because.....

   Who we are and what we become depends largely on the people who God brings into our lives and who love us unconditionally as Dad did. Through his one life, countless thousands of lives were touched and challenged to follow the Lord more deeply and serve Him more effectively. And to spend time with Bill Gwinn was to find the happy side of life because he was fun to be with. For example, nobody could tell a good joke better than he could, such as the one about "I'M GONNA WAKE UP LEROY!"

   Mankind's deepest need is to overcome our separateness, to take risks of friendship so that eventually we enjoy the riches of intimacy. Dad was the richest man I ever knew, and I'm not talking about money, except that he was so generous. It was very common to have people show up at our house unexpectedly just to rub elbows with Dad. But most of all, our home was a refuge for people, a place where they could go to feel safe and accepted, to kick back and have fun or a dish of ice cream with all the fruit toppings. A place where we praised God and spoke with Him. A place where God's Word didn't just sit on a podium or shelf, but was read and heard and digested, producing the fruit of the Spirit and faith in the hearers. This is the home that Bill & Colette provided for their children and I am thankful.

   It was a common practice in our home to memorize Bible verses and also to have sword drills. Dad selected most of the verses to memorize or find. Dad's "life verse" (as he called it) was John 10:9... Jesus said, "I am the door. If anyone enters by me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture." One time I challenged Dad to memorize the whole book of Philippians along with me. He met the challenge and we were both very encouraged in the Word of God.

   In his sermons and Sunday school lessons, one of Dad's favorite teachings was on the subject of "Justification." He would quote Romans 5:8-9 and tell us that when we repent and God cleanses us from sin through the blood of Christ His Son, it is like becoming "JUST - AS - IF - I'D - NEVER - SINNED." God is able to forget what we have confessed to Him, removing it "as far as the east is from the west" — and so we are "justified," pure, and holy in the Father's sight, because He now sees us through His Son Jesus who died for us.

   One of Dad's trademarks was his ability to find and use Bible passages, such as during his sermons, or any time. At home, he loved to see how fast he could recite the 66 books of the Bible in correct order, Genesis to Revelation. Typically, he accomplished this in about 24 seconds.

   To know Bill Gwinn was to know someone who had a vision for what God could do. This vision was best displayed in his drive, determination, and dedication to bring about Ponderosa Lodge at Mount Hermon. Of all the many aspects of seeing this new High School camp come to life, one thing I remember most was Dad's including his own children in such things as planting hundreds of little Pine trees which we watched over the years grow up and supplement the beautiful Pine plateau at Ponderosa. Bill Gwinn planted, thousands of Mount Hermon staffers watered and are still watering, but God gives the growth in changed lives. Part of Dad's legacy is this: in all that he accomplished for the Lord, he left a trail for people to follow, a pattern of life and ministry that enables and instructs others to carry on with our calling as faithful witnesses for Jesus until He returns.

   High above Ponderosa, at the top of Mount Hermon, is a cross that was so very special to Dad. He loved to lead Easter Sunrise Services there, and the favorite phrase he always used for celebrating the resurrection of Christ was to say loudly, "HE IS RISEN !!!!" and the people would reply, "HE IS RISEN INDEED." (repeated three times)

   Dad was very much into music. Whenever I would play the piano at home (usually hymns) he would take a seat and whistle the hymns I was playing. And I loved playing for both Dad & Mom as they sang the hymns (they knew the words of so many hymns by heart).

   One of Dad's favorite things was to organize "antiphonal singing." He only had to find two spots the right distance apart, split a group in half between the two spots and then each group of people would alternate singing lines or verses in songs while the others listened with a great sense of praise in their hearts to God. One place we did this was at the Bonnie Doon airport on Father/Son sleep outs. When we lived at 10 Madrone (1 Ridgeway) in Mount Hermon, and the Mount Hermon Summer Staff came over to our house for "Staff Sings", and Dad would leave a bunch of staffers on our patio, then off he would hike with a dozen or more staffers up to "Inspiration Point" above Ponderosa Lodge, to be the other group in the antiphonal singing. Bill Gwinn knew how to raise your soul to the heights of heaven. Dad was very instrumental (pun intended) at leading these "staff sings" or assisting those who were leading.

   If there is any passage of Scripture that Dad lived up to the most, it was the Parable of the Prodigal Son (Luke 15). Dad was like the father in the story, always watching expectantly for his son to come home. I had more than a few episodes of being confronted, confessing, and being forgiven. But there never seemed any distance to which Bill Gwinn would not come running to meet you and help you onto your feet.

   In case you are wondering where Bill Gwinn might have learned this kind of forgiveness, I would first say that it ran in the family. His brother Ralph, for example, knew a lot about forgiveness, largely in relation to their Dad, Gardner Gwinn. Dad really liked Uncle Ralph's book, Restoring Relationships, and I'm happy to say you can read it entirely online. In addition, Dad taught us that perhaps the most important aspect that helps a family or marriage to stay together is for people to apologize and forgive each other. A song which Dad so often sang was:

If I have wounded any soul today

If I have caused one foot to go astray

If I have walked in my own willful way

Dear Lord, forgive.

   Secondly, Dad was a close adherent (in all his relationships) to the principles Jesus outlined in Matthew 18:15ff about the need to reconcile with those who offend us. He told me a story once about when he worked at Lake Avenue Church as the Youth Minister. Senior pastor Henry Hutchins would be in his office and someone would inform Dr. Hutchins about a conflict between two other people in the church which had not been worked out, or of a parishioner who was unhappy with Dr. Hutchins or was criticizing Lake Avenue. Dad recalled several times seeing Dr. Hutchins suddenly jump up from his desk, hustle to his car and drive off to see those disgruntled people, and he wouldn't return until the issue was resolved. That was the framework behind Dad's irrepressible desire to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.

   Dad fulfilled Scripture continuously in his life. "Let your gentleness be known to all" was a character quality he embodied, and especially the part, because "the Lord is near." He had a continual sense of anticipating and expecting the Lord's return, the certainty of living with Him, and the tremendous desire to introduce people to Jesus so that they too would enjoy eternity in God's presence.

   The best example of Dad's gentleness that I experienced was when I was seven years old. I was a novice bike rider but I loved to come down the hill in front of our house and turn the corner at a high speed. On one such occasion I didn't see a car coming from around the corner and I slammed right into it. My left hand on the bike handlebar went through the car's glass headlight virtually severing my index finger (you know those thick headlamps on the old cars?) and the impact knocked me out cold. The good news was that the driver had stopped already for seeing me coming. When my Dad heard the noise of the crash, he came running down from the house, saw me bleeding, ripped off his shirt and wrapped it around my hand. The first thing I remember was Dad being over me telling me I'll be okay. He picked me up and carried me to his car and rushed me to the hospital where the doctor was able to save my index finger. I still have a scar there which is testimony to my father's love. When you were down and out, you needed Bill Gwinn to come along and pick you up!

   One of my fondest memories was when Dad would take me and my brother to see a San Francisco Giants baseball game. At opening day game in 1968, we were sitting in the right field bleachers, Dad, me, and Casey. Willie McCovey hit a home run and dozens of people were poised to try and catch it, but it landed between all of them and Dad snagged it on the bounce. Without even thinking about it, he handed the ball to me! What a prize, what a gift! What a Dad! When Bill Gwinn handed you the ball, you'd better know what to do with it!

   Many times, Dad would organize a "Giants Baseball Trip" and bring a dozen or more Mount Hermon summer staffers to the game. After the game, we would go into downtown San Francisco and walk the streets and ride the cable cars, dancing and singing songs like "Now let us sing... sing to the power of the Lord come down..." and other camp classics. Is that "urban evangelism with a flare" or what? Summer staffers praising the Lord, spreading the good news of Jesus to all who would hear. Dad's enjoyment of people and of life equated to this: He made the Christian faith fun !!! Space does not permit me to tell of the many Gwinn family activities, vacations, games we played together and fun we had with Dad. Yet in all the fun or even in trials, he often would encourage us, "Never forget Whose you are," a not so veiled reference to "You are not your own, you were bought with a price, therefore glorify God in your body." (1 Corinthians 6:20)

   No one can ask for a better Dad and nobody has one, because Bill Gwinn loved me and spent time with me, and I will never be the same. Perhaps there was no other activity that Dad and I did together more often than play golf. He was my biggest fan on the golf course; he thought that I was just a magician with a golf club. I will say he probably brought out the best in my golf game, and in fact the best round I ever played (in 1991 in Whittier) was with Dad. And we must have played 70 times or more at Outdoor Resorts, once with Dad's brother Nobby, the three of us. That was fun! But the golf I liked the most with Dad was at Boulder Creek Golf and Country Club. Dad would drive up there to meet me after school sometimes but it was late in the evening by the time we finished. We usually played the last hole (a par 3) in the dark. You hit the ball and then you listen for where it lands (no splashes please!) .... And if you find one ball on the green, you hope it's yours and not his! Oh the memories!

   The highlight of my golf days with Dad had to be when we entered to play in the Mission Aviation Fellowship (charity) tournament held at Industry Hills Golf Course in 1991. There were two divisions for the golf that day, the "medal" half and the "Calloway" half. Dad and I were in the Calloway division. It was my first time to ever play in a Calloway system, so I didn't know much about how it works. Anyways, we had a lot of fun playing "The Babe" course and I believe our score for each hole was the better ball. Dad's score was lower than mine on about three holes, so I give him credit. But I was thinking, as we played the 18th hole, I ought to try and finish with a birdie and see what happens. Sure enough, I got the birdie on the 520 yard par 5. Then the scores were tabulated. The announcements of winners would be made at the banquet which followed. Couldn't believe it when they announced the winners of the Calloway division: "Doug and Bill Gwinn!" The prize was a new set of golf clubs for each of us! Not very many people can say, "Hey, I won a golf tournament with my Dad!"

   When Dad was pastor at Plymouth Congregational Church in Whittier and when he was chaplain at Outdoor Resorts in Palm Springs, he often asked me to participate in the services by reading Scripture. He had a pastor's heart toward so many thousands of people, drawing them closer to Jesus and helping people to exercise their spiritual gifts and talents in the Body of Christ.

   In his sermons, Bible teaching, and leading of family devotions, Dad often said, "A man with an experience is never at the mercy of a man with an argument." He was well studied, well read, and sound in doctrine, but didn't let his great knowledge and acumen change his ability to listen, to comfort someone who was hurting, or to view others as better than himself.

   Dad had an experience of Jesus.... it was like God was his best friend ... and happily that was true ... Friend, Savior, and Lord. He often spoke of "the Incarnation principle", God living among us in the form of His Son and always being with us in the Person of the Holy Spirit. Bill Gwinn was "one of us" but he reminds me of how the people in Jerusalem felt about Peter and John, taking "note that these men had been with Jesus." And if you were ever there when Bill Gwinn led in prayer, you knew immediately that God was in the room. You would be sorely tempted to open your eyes during the prayer to see if Jesus was physically there. Dad didn't just practice the presence of Christ, it was his moment by moment experience of Christ that is indelibly etched in our memories.

   One weekend in the summer of 2004, Mom and Dad were visiting us. On Sunday morning the four of us went to Lake Avenue Church. We sat in a pew that was about fifteen rows from the front and to the side. Dad had not greeted the pastor, Gordon Kirk, yet that morning. About twenty minutes into the service, it was time for the pastoral prayer. Suddenly, Pastor Gordon announced how pleased he was to see "Bill & Colette Gwinn with us this morning." And Gordon reminded people that Dad was the first youth minister at Lake Avenue Church under Dr. Hutchins. Then Gordon said, "Bill, would you be so kind to lead us in prayer?" (I was like, WOW, are you kidding me?) Someone quickly came over to Dad with a remote microphone. So without thinking twice, Dad stood up and led the congregational prayer in front of 1800 people. Pastor Gordon knew Bill Gwinn. He knew you could call on Dad to pray without any advance notice because he knew that Bill Gwinn was already in touch with the Lord Jesus. It was only a matter of audibilizing.

   The challenge that Dad leaves us with is this: to model ourselves on the life of Jesus, to make our hearts Christ's home, to be transformed into His likeness by the Holy Spirit, and to honestly assess our relationship with God at all times. Indeed, He who began a good work in Bill Gwinn, has now completed it — as the Day of Christ Jesus is here.

   George Sweeting of Moody Bible Institute wrote in 1973, "Many people never read the gospel in a fine leather cover, but no one can escape from the gospel in shoe leather." Someone should write a book about Bill Gwinn and all he accomplished for the Lord, how he pointed people to Jesus, how he helped get people back on track in their spiritual walks, how he lived the Gospel of Christ, and how he loved. It would be difficult, however, to get it all into one volume.... yet it ought to be done. I think a good title would be, "Bill Gwinn : The Gospel in Shoe Leather", or maybe we'll just stick with "Bill Gwinn : He Made the Christian Faith Fun!"

   When Dad first went into the hospital in mid-April ... I called and spoke with him. His spirits seemed good, he wasn't complaining. He asked how I was doing, imagine??? The last words he ever said to me were: "I love you" and "give Linda my love." Goodbyes don't get any better than that. — Douglas Gwinn

Bill Gwinn .... He Made the Christian Faith Fun

July 16, 1929 — April 17, 2009

"... being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." — Philippians 1:6

Watch a YouTube video of a 20 minute excerpt of Dad speaking at Outdoor Resorts Chapel in 2005, sermon title:

The Simple Complexity of Forgiveness

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Don't miss this film clip from 1951 featuring Bill & Colette, including their wedding reception

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Please visit the memorial page about Dad hosted by Mount Hermon

Obituary about Bill Gwinn in the Santa Cruz Sentinel

   Those who wish to honor our Dad in a tangible way are encouraged to contribute financially to the renovation of the old "Azalea Lodge" at Mount Hermon which has been renamed: "Gwinn Lodge." The Mount Hermon Board of Directors chose this renaming and renovation project of this lodge because it was Dad's first major building project as executive director. Please contact Mount Hermon Christian Conference Center at 1-888-MH-CAMPS (1-888-642-2677) or 1-831-335-4466 and request to make a donation over the phone in honor of "Bill Gwinn" and to use the gift toward the renovation of "Gwinn Lodge in remembrance of Bill Gwinn." You can provide your credit or debit card number to the Mount Hermon staff person on the phone. Because of your gift, ask for your name and Bill's name to be included in the "Book of Remembrance" in the next issue of the Mount Hermon Log. Thank you so much!

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The Bill Gwinn Memorial Blog

Post Your Thoughts and Memories to celebrate the life of Bill Gwinn

Please share your thoughts and experiences about our Dad, or what Bill Gwinn meant in your life, or about Mom by emailing me and I'll upload it. You may address your comments to the "Gwinn Family" or to any of us kids: Casey, Jenny, Melissa or myself. Thanks. — Doug

to my dad

you gave me your brown eyes and my brown hair.

you called me your doll babe whenever you picked up the phone to talk to me.

you're the reason I have a campfire in my front yard and a skylight over my baby's bed.

you taught me that Jesus isn't a crutch, he's the whole hospital.

I got my first speeding ticket driving your convertible.

you taught me to laugh at myself.

I learned to whistle just like you and when I do, my kids come just like I did for you.

you're the reason I love to eat out at least once a day, preferably twice if possible.

you taught me to pull the weeds in my yard and the weeds in my life, before they got out of control.

you're the reason I know 299 camp songs and am teaching them to my kids.

remember " 'Wissahickon'? what a funny name!"

you must of played tennis with me a hundred times and I never did win a set from you until you were 68 years old.

you bought me my first Subaru and my first golden retriever

and you said sending her to heaven was the hardest thing you ever did.

you took that pain for me.

you and I always wanted to climb Mount Whitney together—How 'bout on the New Earth?

you always washed my car when I visited you, any visitors car, because you had a servants heart.

you taught me "He is Risen, He is Risen indeed" ..... how was the buffet your first Easter in Heaven?

you're the reason I can't drive through a tunnel without honking.

you put me on your shoulders so many times and we looked for "potholes" in all those swimming pools over the years.

and your Halloween boogey-man with the trenchcoat—outside in the dark—you'd stagger and moan with the flashlight smashed under your contorted face.

your silliness will never be duplicated.

you had a father who you didn't dare ask for a nickel.

yet you became a dad who gave me everything.

but most especially you showed me Jesus' love and taught me that heaven is our forever home.

i can't wait to play with you there

and we'll talk and love again.

Jenny (Gwinn) De Frates
August 2009

Bill & Colette's two youngest grandkids, Dane & Daisy DeFrates at Zayante Creek, May 11, 2009

The day that Dad died was like some kind of horrible dream. It wasn't supposed to happen yet. We should have all been together at the hospital with Mom and Dad, and Dad should have been able to be "fixed". He was, after all, in ICU. You aren't supposed to die in the hospital. I know, because I am a nurse. That is where you go to get repaired, made well, and sent back home. But....God did repair him, in an instant. He made Dad well, and sent him home to heaven. It actually happened just the way it was supposed to, according to God's plan. The pain was just so hard to bear at the moment, but God has not only healed Dad, he is gradually bringing peace and healing to us as a family, too. Someone wrote on their memory card at the service that "you never really get over losing your Dad, you just learn to live with it". God continues to teach us how to do that.

Looking back to years gone by, it is hard to separate memories of Dad from memories of Mount Hermon, because that is where the majority of our early family years occurred. When our family needed Dad to come from the auditorium or his office to somewhere else (usually the dining room for a meal appointment), we would often try to walk with him to keep him focused on the destination. When I undertook the task, my mantra with him was to repeat over and over that "we are now walking across the mall, looking neither to the right nor to the left", and he would sometimes repeat it with me. It was kind of like "lions and tigers and bears, oh my". It rarely worked, because there were people to greet, trash to pick up, or some other distraction of ministry that would grab his attention. Sometimes, though, we would succeed, and I would relish in the power I thought I had to chart his course for at least a moment!! What I also recall is that none of us kids ever resented summers at Mount Hermon. It was an amazing place to grow up, and we never once questioned why we basically didn't have a dad for much of the summer. There were never any questions or complaints about why things were the way they were, because we knew that Dad was not ours for 3 months every year....he belonged to the people that came to camp, and that was okay with us.

Another memory is that Dad regularly came to my school functions. He rarely missed a fall football game at San Lorenzo Valley during my 4 years of high school. Usually I was either marching in the band at half time on the field, playing in the pep band in the stands during the game, or participating in cheers with the pep club. Dad was right there to share in the memories. The Valley Press (Felton) newspaper once said that football games at SLV were like a Norman Rockwell painting, and having my Dad there to share those events with me is a special memory to have.

There were many things that Dad loved. Besides God, Mom, and his family, he loved convertible cars — playing Rook, tennis, whiffle ball, golf, kierslide, Pegity — building sand castles, waterskiing, swimming, and soaking in a Jacuzzi— having snowball fights — going to Giants baseball games, and later LA Dodger games— laughter, telling jokes, and playing practical jokes on people. He loved fireworks, and always had a bag of fireworks in his closet that could be shot off whenever needed to celebrate any event!! At one point in his life he had played the coronet (trumpet), and loved to take it out and "impress" us with the notes he could play, even though it was no longer a very impressive sound!!

The last 30 years of Dad's life had times of real struggle and pain for him and for all of us. But, I plan to remember the good times, the times when he used to laugh, tell jokes, and share his joy of life with all those around him. That joy was hard to come by the last few years, and looking back now, I see that it WAS time for God to take him Home....home to heaven, to the God that he loved and served, to the place of joy where he once again would be able to laugh and praise God, together with all the saints who had gone before him. I hope there is golf, tennis, ping pong, Rook, and kierslide in heaven, because I know that in between the "praise and worship sessions", there will be great tournaments that will last for eternity — and Dad will be right there enjoying the celebrations, ready to sign us up for the next event when we all arrive in heaven someday!!

I love you, Dad......... Melissa (Gwinn) Assink
October 14, 2009

The Gwinn Family at Mount Hermon, 2001, a 50th wedding anniversary bash

In Loving Memory of my Dad

You are never really ready for a parent to die. You know it is going to happen. You know that we are all going to die but still you are not prepared. And their death changes things. With the death of my Dad on April 17, 2009, I became fatherless for the first time in my life. It has been a deep and lonely realization. But the great comfort of it all has been knowing what Dad believed, who he lived his life for, how much he loved his family, and how he died.

Dad believed in Jesus with all his heart. He had believed since asking Jesus into his heart while sitting on his mother’s knee as a child.

Dad lived his life for his God, his wife, his children, and so many that he showered with love, hospitality, and acts of service. I have little doubt that there will be thousands of souls in heaven because of Bill Gwinn. His faithfulness to Jesus and his passion, leadership gifts, and vision allowed God to use him to draw thousands to the Savior in Pasadena, at Mount Hermon, in Hawaii, in Whittier, in Palm Springs, and in so many other places where he ministered at moments in time.

Dad grew up with an abusive father and carried some of the demons of his family through his whole life. He struggled at times with health issues. But he also made the courageous choice to treat his children differently than he was treated and to treat his wife differently than his dad treated his mom. Through 58 years of marriage and raising four children, he so often chose affirmation, encouragement, and support. I received such a powerful dose of that affirmation. He cheered me on, hugged me tightly, never missed one of my sporting events, worked tirelessly with me on house and yard projects, stood on freeway overpasses with signs when I ran for office, and never missed a chance to tell me he loved me and how proud he was of me. He often wrote me notes, cards, and letters as well, memorializing his advice, belief in me, and redeeming love. He was my encourager and affirmer and supporter of my dreams.

The night before he died he told me how proud he was of me and how much he loved me. And I got to tell him how much I loved him. He wanted me to assure him that I would take care of all the things in life he was worried about. He wanted me to deliver the only new copy of Rings in the Redwoods (this history of Mount Hermon published in 1977) to the Executive Director of Mount Hermon, Roger Williams. He wanted to make sure I kept track of what mom needed. And I promised him I would take care of everything. Then, I kissed him on the forehead and said goodnight.

As I left the hospital that night, I saw my Dad the way he had been in so many chapters of his life. He was laughing and joking with the nurse and interested in the lives of those caring for him. Life, energy, and confidence were emanating from him as he sat in that hospital bed in the Intensive Care Unit at Desert Regional Medical Center. I even looked back and caught a glimpse of his energy as I walked out. The memory is frozen in my mind forever. It was a memory of my Dad I will always treasure.

When Dad died unexpectedly the next day, I was not there. He was talking to his attending nurse when he had a massive heart attack at 3:17 PM. Later, the nurse recounted what happened. My mom was in the room when he died…being faithful to him as she had been for 58 years. He was talking to the nurse, even joking with her. Then, his body went rigid. He thrust his chest up, fixated his eyes “toward the ceiling” (in her words), and he was gone. They brought in the paddles and tried to resuscitate him but he was gone in an instant, in the twinkling of an eye. She said he died without any look of pain on his face and he died with his eyes wide open.

Bill Gwinn, my amazing Dad, died, as he lived, focused on the Jesus he loved so much, laughing, thinking of others, and devoted to his wife, his children, and his grandchildren. I have no doubt that in that moment when Jesus called him, he looked into eternity and rushed to be with his Jesus.

Dad was a giant for the Kingdom of God. And when I wept in his presence after his death, I did not say goodbye. I told him I would see him again on the other side. He was my foundation, my moral compass. He gave me my manhood. He instilled in me his values. He modeled for me what a father and a husband should be and what a real man acts like.

A few things are indelibly etched in my mind . . . . my last kiss on his forehead, the last time he told me he loved me, the last time I told him I loved him, the promise I made to take care of everything, and the laughter I heard before I left his bedside.

And until I am in my father’s arms again, I will thank God every day for my Dad.

Casey
October 16, 2009

This is not an easy remembrance to write!! There are probably very few brother/sister relationships that could have been any closer than my "little" brother and myself. I can say "little", only because he was 19 months younger that I was, so I really don't remember very much about our first few years. We were number seven and eight...and that was the end of our parents having kids!! He started grade school in September...just after turning six...I started grade school in January after turning six in November. Those were the days that you could start mid-year. I went the eight years like you are suppose to do...but not Bill...he skipped a full year so we ended grade school just 1/2 a year apart. Then in high school, I post-graduated a half year so I could have a "graduation ceremony" putting us in the same place at the same time when starting College.

Bill and I were best friends...I taught him how to ride a trike, a bike, to roller skate, to play tennis etc, etc. We had a tennis court in our back yard where we could do all those things. We were both good for little kids at sports, but riding the bike was not his best learning experience, so I proceeded to take him for a ride on my bike, and we took a terrible spill....He learned quickly after that!! However, he may still be digging gravel out of his legs!!

We went together to Whitworth College all four years. After the first year, our Mother bought us a 1941 Ford, that was the last car built until after the World War two was over. We had so many experiences driving that car...we put a musical horn on it so we always knew when the car was going out or coming back on campus. "Old McDonald Had A Farm" (you only need 3 notes) was our favorite tune!! Some of our cross state experiences need not be repeated...but one time, we had no lights, but we did have a search light on the drivers side, so we drove across Washington State with that being our only light!!! Bad!! But I did not get a ticket in those three years, and if Bill did, he sure never told me nor asked for money!!! Whitworth was good to him, as that is where he and Colette met and were married after Bill's first year at Fuller Seminary. And our life together ended...but only because we were not at the same place at the same time. We have always remained very close and have had many great times with him and his family...and I miss him. I am now the only living sibling of the eight of us. Still have five in-laws and they are each wonderful!!

I thank the Lord that Alex and I went to Palm Springs about six weeks before he died, and had a some great times with Bill and Colette and I talked to him less than an hour before he passed on to see the Lord as he was waiting for Colette to come into the room at the hospital as he could hear her walking down the hall.

And as we did every night as children, we kneeled at Mom's knee and ended our "Now I lay me" prayer with "God bless Mother, Dad, Weldon, Rodney, Ralph, Stanley, Nobby, Dorothy, Bill and make me a good girl for Jesus sake....Amen!! P.S. Lord...take extra good care of Bill!!! Love ya...Bunny

   What a joy is mine! Standing on the shoulders of "Uncle Bill" serving as Chaplain at Outdoor Resorts in Palm Springs, CA. Bill pioneered the chapel ministry nearly 20 years ago, is loved by so many in the resort, and had a great spiritual leadership role in their lives. Every week someone tells me a "Bill Gwinn" story of his life intersecting theirs. He was and is very loved here. This begins my fourth season of "filling his shoes" in the chapel program. I am in debt to him for his inviting me to follow him in this job.

   Some of my best memories are from serving as a counselor at Mount Hermon the summer of 1959. Bill was my role model, I wanted to be like him and dreamed of one day directing a camp and serving people, which the Lord did allow. Thanks to Bill making it possible, I had the joy of eventually serving as a Board member of Christian Camping International. My life was and always will be enriched by the life of my "Uncle Bill." I thank the Lord for his ministry, friendship, and profound impact on my life. Hebrews 11:6 surely captures much of his life, purpose, motivation. I know that Bill is now realizing his reward......

"Without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to Him must believe that He exists and that He rewards those who earnestly seek Him."

Jim Gwinn
Outdoor Resorts
October 22, 2009

Hi Casey and Gwinn Family,

This is Jennifer Clapper (Cindy's daughter) writing on behalf of my 5 siblings while sitting with my grandma (Pat) and mom. We got together this morning to have breakfast with Gaba and share our stories of Uncle Bill. Caroline brought some great pictures taken from one of Bill and Colette's visit to our Lakewood home. These are pictures of Bill having fun with his siblings and their families. They are attached for you to see.

Bill resonated joy and the Clapper kids got to experience this from an early age. We would take our spring break trips to California with Nobby and Pat and one big highlight was going to Disneyland. But not just any Disneyland trip, Disneyland with Papa (Nobby) and Uncle Bill being more entertaining than any Disney character could ever compare to. Bill's joy for little things in life included making his grandnieces and nephews laugh by "accidentally" running into garbage cans!

Bill also displayed his joy for the Lord to my siblings and me. The last time I spoke to Uncle Bill he was encouraging me to seek God's will and to be strong as a Christian female. The last interaction my 17 year old sister Sarah had with Uncle Bill was getting a surprise letter from him during her Junior Trip. This was a special time when family and friends were invited to write a letter to Sarah. Uncle Bill wrote an incredible letter, encouraging her to seek Christ in all of her encounters in life. He continued, "I write in your grandpa Nobby's stead (as Nobby had just gone to be with the Lord that same year). Know our deep love for you and our prayers that God will continue to bless you and make you a blessing to others." Bill's joy for the Lord exuded his earthly being and was bestowed upon others through his kind and selfless sincerity.

Bill was a blessing to many but personally speaking, he was an immense blessing to us. It is easy to wish that we would have spent more time with him, but instead amongst our sorrow, we find joy in the times that we did spend with Great Uncle Bill. I started reading John Piper's Desiring God yesterday and he references Nehemiah 8:10. I immediately found strength in the Word of the Lord, "Do not be grieved, for the joy of the Lord is your strength". I had been waiting all day Friday to get an update from my mom and that update came as a phone call that Bill entered into heaven face to face with his Creator. As I read this verse in full from my Bible, I smiled with joy knowing that the joy of the Lord truly was Bill's strength.

Much love to an incredible family,

Jennifer Clapper
April 18, 2009

Three of the Gwinn brothers, (left to right) Bill, Nobby, and Ralph

Hi Doug,

What a great idea to write about your Dad. I have enjoyed reading the letters that are posted.

I first knew your Dad's family in 1939 when they joined University Presbyterian Church in Seattle, Washington. It was a very impressive sight to see the Dad on one end of the pew and the Mom on the other end with the eight siblings in between — taking up the whole pew' Bill was the last of the eight children.

I got to know Bill's brothers, Nobby and Stan and his sister Dorothy very well in our youth group — Christian Endeavor. And then of course, your Dad and Aunt Bunny.

Nobby and I first started going out with each other when we were seniors in High School — 1941-1942; God had us picked out for each other and we were married in 1945 — right after WWII ended. By that time your Dad had became the little brother I never had. I was an only child and when your Uncle Nobby and I were married God gave me instant wonderful brothers and sisters. I was so blessed!!!!

I have many many wonderful memories of these early years — when I married your Uncle Nobby. Nobby was going to the University then, and had started a Gardening Business the year or so before we got married. Pretty soon he had to have help with it because it had grown so. So, of course he hired his little brother Bill. It was a fun time for them, working together and a fun time for me, having Bill at our apartment a lot. At that time Nobby was also managing a square block of new duplexes for their older brother Weldon. Bill helped Nobby put the lawns in there so we were able to have many long talks together. By then Bill was going to Whitworth College and trying to decide what he would do after that. His deep desire was to serve our Lord Jesus. And he did just that!!!!

It was amazing how Bill served our Lord. I was always so thankful that Nobby and Bill remained close and because of that our two families were close. When Bill was the Youth Minister at Lake Avenue Congregational Church in Pasadena, California, we visited them there. And of course we had great adventures with Nobby and Bill. They both were a bit crazy and kept us laughing. One time Bill brought a big gray hound bus up from California, filled with his youth group. They planned to have a sing at our house. Nobby and I wondered how Bill was going to get that huge bus up our street and turned around. It was a "cul de sac " street and it was a real accomplishment to get that bus up and turned around. Amazingly they did it and we had a great sing in our living room!!!

Then God moved Bill and your family to Mount Hermon and there were visits back and forth. And God also placed Uncle Nobby in San Francisco for six months and Jeff, who was an 8th graded then and Uncle Nobby and I lived in San Mateo for the six months. So we had special times between Mount Hermon and San Mateo.

Doug, I could write a book about "our" big wonderful family. I had 61 and a half years with Uncle Nobby and because of our marriage I have had awesome brothers and sisters. I was so blessed. And I am so blessed with the big family that Uncle Nobby and I had - have. I think what I would say about the "original Gwinn kids" is that they weren't perfect but altogether they were awesome!!!! And I thank God so very much that He made me a part of this big wonderful family.

I was so happy to see, that at Bill's Memorial Service there were 14 from your generation there. That is 14 cousins from the third generation. And the 14 represented at least one from each of the eight "original Gwinn Kids" I think that is amazing. There were also several from the 4th generation. And so many know the Lord Jesus and walk with Him.

As I said I could write a book about our Family. But —— anyway I do thank God for this Family!!! And that I am part of them!!!!

I hope this is a little helpful. Jennifer wrote an amazing letter about your Dad and I think she sent it to Casey. I have it some where too and I am looking for it. It is great, and it gives idea how your Dad impacted the 4th generation. (see Jennifer's letter above this one)

It was special to visit with you at Mount Hermon.

Much love, Aunt Pat
September 22, 2009

Aunt Colette,

We have been praying that God would wrap His loving arms around you and bless you with incredible grace & mercy during this time of such difficult loss. We pray also that you will have great joy in the remembrance of so many special days with your wonderful husband.

We only wish there were more. We hadn't called you yet but had just made reservations to fly into Long Beach for a wedding in June. We planned for some extra time so we could see you both. Now Uncle Bill has fought that last battle with death & is face to face with Christ.

On April 17 when I found out .... I was on my way home and then found Sarah in her room crying and reading the special letter that Uncle Bill sent her less than a year ago. Sarah was also looking forward to seeing you both in June. I am enclosing a copy of the letter so you can read it again. It meant so much to Sarah and to all of us.

We love you so much. We are so sad & so sorry.

Cindy and John Clapper, Caroline, Jeffrey & Sarah

Here is the cherished letter that Uncle Bill wrote to his grand niece Sarah on May 19, 2008:

Miss Sarah Clapper

Dear Sarah:

I am writing to express "Grandma" Gwinn's and mine as your loving "Grandpa", congratulations on the conclusion of your Junior year of high school. We are so proud of the lovely young lady you have become. Philippians 1:6 in God's Word speaks so wonderfully of what is yet ahead as you keep our gracious LORD in first place in your life.

Tho' we are really more your "aunt" and "uncle," I write in your Grandpa Nobby's stead to convey thoughts I know he had about you. He considered you as wonderful.

Know of our deep love for you and our prayers that God will continue to bless you and make you a blessing to others. We know God will use you to honor and glorify Him as you trust Him and continue to keep your body for His choice to spend your life serving the LORD with him.

If marriage to a godly man is not God's plan for you, at least for the foreseeable future, may you still be His woman, as you await the revelation of His plan for your life. May you always refuse to ever settle for less than God's best!

With much love and our faithful prayers,

Bill and Colette

Colette,

I am overwhelmed when I think of the Christian impact you and Bill had together lo these many years. My how you and Bill complemented each other in every phase of your lives.

I trust God is giving you the strength to handle this difficult time of your life. So much to reflect on and so much to be thankful for.

Don Rogers
(Colette's brother in law)

Where do I begin? My favorite uncle without a doubt!! So many great memories and a great example who I admired and appreciated. Thanks for a great day!

Gary D. Rogers
May 12, 2009

Dear Colette,

   My thoughts & prayers have been with you & your family since your beloved Bill has gone home to his Heavenly Father.

   I'll always remember Bill's enthusiasm for life, his smile and his firm stand and powerful witness for his Lord & Savior.

   I was so touched by Bill's phone call & his loving words of encouragement and special scriptures he gave me when my heart was broken after my Ed passed away.

   It's a beautiful love story to think you enjoyed a fulfilled & happy marriage with your sweetheart for almost a lifetime!

   I pray that God will comfort you & uphold you in His everlasting arms & give you strength for each new day.

   love you, Bev
(Colette's sister-in-law)

Bill and Colette, Gordon and I had many times met along the way after Melissa and Phil were married in 1980. Bill was a guy who loved to be connected with people and to connect people with people. One of the highlights he brought to our lives was arranging a meeting with Norma Zimmer when we came to Whittier for the 1980 wedding. Norma was so wonderfully gracious and a thrill to meet. It was thanks to Bill that Gordon and I had such a wonderful meeting with Norma.

Anna Assink
May 12, 2009

I was a teenager when I first met Bill at the occasion of Phil & Melissa's wedding. I remember his joy & love for life & for people. He was a fun person to be around and made everyone feel special, even me the little sister. His smile, laugh & joy will always be remembered.

Julie (Assink) Wollan
May 12, 2009

Dear Colette,

I was so sorry to hear of Bill's home going. My seven years with him at Mount Hermon were significantly formative. He taught me much about Christian leadership, for which I am grateful. I regret that I cannot make it to the memorial service at Mount Hermon, as I will be in Uganda teaching pastors conferences.

Love in Christ,

Doug Goins
April 28, 2009

(What follows are some memories of my time working with your Dad, and appreciation for his influence in my life.)

I served under Bills’ leadership at Mount Hermon on Summer Student Staff in 1966 – and then on Full Time Program Staff 1968-1974. Bill personally recruited me for both positions, and from the very beginning communicated confidence in my being able to grow into leadership in Mount Hermon’s ministry.

Bill surrounded himself with young men and trusted us with responsibility beyond our years and experience. He encouraged healthy challenging discussion among all of us, and modeled transparency himself. Bill was an example of focused hard work, and I probably learned as much about leadership by watching him, as from his words. Bill was a consummate “multi-tasker” before anyone defined it.

Bill was consistently loyal to his administrative staff and backed us in every possible way.

I recall a couple of my major decisions which reflected immature bad judgment. Bill stood with me, and used the difficulty to teach and train.

I thank God for Bill’s presence and influence in my life in very formative years out of College.

Doug Goins
Peoria, Arizona
September 15, 2009

Dear Colette,

Welcome back to Mount Hermon! (for the memorial service) While we know these days will hold grief and difficult moments, we're trusting the great outpouring of love and appreciation for Bill along with God's sustaining mercy will encourage your family many times over. How we thank God for the rich memories of Bill.

Do let us know how we can help you in these days.

Our love,

Dave & Carla Talbott
May, 2009

The Thornburgh and Gwinn families have some good memories together. Summers back then were hard to get together as families but I remember our beach days that we had together, just our two families. We had fun playing wiffle ball and watching our Dads be so competitive. In fact I was upset because the Gwinns began to out number the Thornburghs with the addition of Jenny.

It was great to see our Dad's, "Bill G" & "Bill T", interact, work hard and play harder. We will miss Bill and know how much you miss him too. Both of our Dads are together again now. Praise God!

Steve Thornburgh
May 12, 2009

P.S. (from Doug G.) I enjoyed so much chatting with Steve, Sandy, and Carole at the reception on May 12. Of all the people we knew at Mount Hermon, I always enjoyed getting together with the Thornburghs the most. Just want to know, is Patti still good at "Labyrinth"? I challenge you to a Labyrinth contest!

Dear Colette,

Whenever the topic of "the most influential people in your life" is brought to our minds, both Fred and I immediately recall the years we spent with Bill and his family. For me it started at Lake Avenue Church and for us it was all of the Mount Hermon years, starting the summer of 1958. Bill had an amazing capacity to be both friend and boss, to be a mentor and an equal, to be a giver and a recipient, to love and to challenge, to set the bar of expectation very high and yet to be understanding and forgiving. He gave to me the privilege of being trusted enough to work for him in my very formative high school and college years. Bill gave to Fred the amazing opportunity to serve with him and under his leadership in the ministry at Mount Hermon. We will always be thankful for our dear friends, Bill and Colette Gwinn.

It was a great privilege to go to the memorial service for Bill. Every part of the time was a wonderful tribute to him, to you, Colette, and to your family. It was an enormous opportunity to take a "walk down memory lane" and to give thanks to our God for His goodness in our lives. We pray that you feel greatly loved and supported by everyone who has appreciated both you and Bill for so many years, including Fred and I. May our God strengthen you.

Fred & Marilyn Miller
May, 2009

Dear Colette,

Through Jenny and our Sandy we were made aware of the sad news of your great loss.

We can't believe that Bill is gone! What a marvelous thing we have in the assurance of the Resurrection through our Jesus!

Our remembrances of Bill are all of respect and appreciation. In so many ways he was my mentor. It was a privilege to serve with him and to share his vision at Mount Hermon.

With our love to you and the children,

Dick and Barbara Dosker
May, 2009

As a senior in high school I met Jesus Christ as my Savior and Lord. Someone suggested that I apply to Mount Hermon for a summer job. I thought busboy or maintenance would be a good spot for me. Instead they assigned me to day camp working with first through third graders and named me FLUFFY. That was a little hard on a guy that played tight end in football. But it became the greatest summer of my life, up to that point. It was so life changing and life transforming that I came back three more summers and all those were spent in day camp.

During my times at Mount Hermon I met Bill Gwinn, the director. What a Godly man! I remember his kind and encouraging words and how he would take time during a busy week to greet me and see how things were going. He was one of the first ones to see that God could use my sense of humor for His glory and encouraged me in that area.

Twenty plus years after my time at Mount Hermon I ran into Bill at a mall in Southern California and he remembered me. We talked and I was again moved by his passion and love for Jesus Christ.

In life God brings people into your life to sharpen, encourage and inspire you. Bill Gwinn was one of those men in my life. His passing gives me one more reason to look forward to being in heaven.

Greg Speck
September 15, 2009

My whole Mount Hermon experience as a child and young adult was surrounded by Bill's humor, friendship and love.

I remember Staff Nights when Bill would do crazy skits without hesitation. I very well remember the Staff Night when Bill and staff wore flippers and a mask.

Bill always had a hug for me when I was a waitress or Ivy Dining Room Hostess. His smile was encouraging and comforting when guests were keeping us busy. I loved my time with your family and consider Bill a huge influence on my life!!!

Cindi Rhodes
May 12, 2009

Dear Melissa,

Here are some memories of Bill Gwinn that stand out in my mind:

Whenever Bill talked with anyone while walking on the grounds around Mount Hermon, he would bend down and pick up any garbage. He never asked you to join him in picking up the garbage, but just being with him and seeing him do that caused you to do the same. Forty-two years later I am still picking garbage up off the ground wherever the LORD places me.

Bill always gave a person full eye-contact when he was speaking with them or they with him. I so appreciated that he was really listening. This something I find to be so necessary as a believer . . . sincerity in listening.

His laugh: Bill's hardy, "full-of-life" laugh was wonderful! His eyes would sparkle, his smile would be wide across his face and the zest of his laughter would be contagious.

Words: Oh, now here was an area of excellence. Bill never compromised or watered down his words or their meaning. When he was giving a testimony for the LORD he spoke with zeal. He wanted GOD to not be short-changed on getting the glory due HIM. I so appreciated the times he gave devotionals at staff meetings. He knew this was serious business to worship the LORD through the teaching of HIS Holy Word.

Sunday night staff sings at the Gwinn home: Wow, those were wonderful! That was so kind of your parents to open their home and pack it wall to wall with summer staffers after the dishes were done in the pit, and allow us that taste of fellowship in a real home setting!! Because a hymn sing is a rare event these days, it makes those times, those memories, even more special.

Prayer: Bill Gwinn was a man of prayer! How thankful I am that he didn't start a meeting, a sing, a fun time without a word of prayer. Everything was to be given to the LORD: work time, fun time, quiet time, all were to be given to the LORD.

Work ethics: Bill always exhorted us to do our best at all times as unto the LORD. Honesty, integrity, and courage in everything we did were to be given as service unto the LORD.

It was my joy to have served under his leadership and to count him as a friend and brother in Christ. It was also a joy to spend time with you during those summers, Melissa, and to now be your friend and sister in the LORD.

By God's grace & mercy may we all finish well,

Bonnie (Henderson) Copland
October 20, 2009

God bless all of you in the Gwinn family! Roger Reynolds, who was my Mount Hermon staff roommate in the summer of 1968, and I were planning to drive up together to the Memorial Service next Tuesday, but both of us are unable. As for me, I'm a pastor and will be ministering at a church member's funeral that same day in Dinuba, 200 miles from Mount Hermon. Roger Reynolds lives about 30 miles from me.

Because of my inability to attend next Tuesday, I'm writing this email.

I wanted you to know that your husband and father told us on the summer staff back in '68 to carry pocket New Testaments at all times. I went to the Mount Hermon bookstore and purchased one, and I've always carried it with me since then (I've gone through 5-6 different ones). I've used my pocket NT hundreds of times, witnessing to people, as well as reading Scriptures to people in hospitals, on their deathbeds, etc.

Bill also told us to carry a tiny bottle of Binaca breath drops, and I've always had that in my front pocket. It's there right now! Good advice!

I also remember seeing Bill walking across the grounds at Mount Hermon and going out of his way to pick up a gum wrapper, a piece of a candy bar, or a Styrofoam cup that someone had discarded, and then he'd put it in a trash can. I was impressed with that. Many times since then, I've seen gum wrappers, etc, on the church grounds and thought to myself, "Am I going to pick that up, or should I let the custodians take care of that?" And then I think, "Bill Gwinn would pick that up, so it's not beneath my dignity to do it!" I've been a pastor for 33 years, and I've picked up many pieces of trash on our church grounds — and I've always thought of him while doing so.

He wrote recommendation letters for me to attend Seattle Pacific College and Fuller Seminary, and I was deeply grateful that he took the time to do that. I've written many similar recommendation letters for students in the churches I've served, and often I've thought of how I was being a blessing to some young person, just as Bill had been to me.

A few years ago someone told me he had seen Bill, told him he knew me, and that Bill wanted me to visit him. But because of the distance, that didn't happen. I'm happy he remembered me, and I look forward to visiting with him in heaven.

I thank God for Bill and pray for you in your sorrow.

Warmly in Christ,

Tom Carter
May 9, 2009

Dear Gwinn Family,

We do have fond memories of Bill Gwinn. He taught us never to walk past a piece of garbage . No one was too important to be above a menial task. We also learned not to walk behind him, as we might run into him as he stopped to pick up a piece of trash. When questioned about "should women wear make-up" his response was classic: "If a barn needs paint, paint it!"

When we were on summer staff, we were caught in the throws of a water balloon fight on dorm hill; rather than scolding us, he grabbed a hose.

The first day I stepped on the grounds of Mount Hermon as a Summer Staffer in 1975, Bill spoke a personal greeting to me by name.

Bill Gwinn was fun loving, and yet at the same time had a dignity that commanded respect. He always seemed to have time for you — as if you were the only one on his mind.

Bill cared for and honored both people and place and in doing so, honored His Lord & Savior Jesus Christ.

Love, Randy & Linda Kay

Dear Casey,

It is Jonathan Jones (JJ) from Summer Staff 1973-75. I was shocked and saddened to get the message of your Dad's passing. I was privileged though to run into your Mom and Dad last July at Family Camp. I was with my wife at the snack table after the morning session and I turned around and there they were! We had a great catch up and time of sharing. As I introduced your folks to my wife I told her that your Dad had the vision for Mount Hermon's expansion (to other campus's) 30 years before they actually did it. Your Dad was a man of God and a man of vision 30 years ahead of his time! He was a huge influence in my life and I have the fondest memories of him and our times together at your house.

I have booked my flight and I'll be there on May 12. I am looking forward to seeing you and the family and celebrating your amazing father's life. God bless you and the family.

Jonathan Jones
April 29, 2009

It was Christmas Eve 1972. I was a young boy, my father having left our family and Mom was raising six kids by herself.

Suddenly, there were bells jingling on our roof and Santa Claus was at the door bearing many gifts. I will never forget it! Santa was Bill and his elves were Doug & Casey. They gave us their Hot Wheels among other things as Christmas presents. It may just be my best Christmas memory as a child. What a servant Bill Gwinn was!!!

Mark & Mary Lilley
Arlyss Lilley
May 12, 2009

Dear Colette,

I am so sorry I am not going to be able to be at Bill’s Memorial Service at Mount Hermon, and I wanted to write you and relate to you how much Bill means to me. You know that I came to Mount Hermon in 1967 as an Intern and the main reason I wanted to come was to work with Bill and Dick Dosker. I was so blessed to be able to get my start under those two men. Bill had unusual vision from God and it was my privilege to watch him develop places like Azalea Lodge, Ponderosa Lodge and the Administration/Program Offices. I was always impressed as he worked through the philosophy and the logistics in developing projects like these. He led Mount Hermon through a pivotal period of growth that was the foundation for what is taking place here today.

Another area that impressed me was Bill’s keen sense of what needed to happen in program and ministry. I listened to him several times as he shared with new summer staff the vision that he shaped for Mount Hermon’s ministry. He was the main architect of the Couples Conferences and the Family Camps which were standard bearers for all of Christian Camping, both in this country and abroad. It has been expanded on but Bill brought it into being in my mind.

Obviously the program that impacted me the most was Ponderosa Lodge. He was my mentor and teacher as this project took shape. When I first talked to him about Ponderosa he shared how the facility was being developed around a philosophy of ministry, the counselor-centered ministry; not the philosophy around the facility. In other words, Bill had a specific ministry concept that he wanted to use with High School students, the counselor-centered ministry, and he wanted to develop a Camp that would help counselors minister to them as whole persons. Since the Lodge was a central facility, it made it easy for the counselors to find their students and spend time with them and get to know them and minister to their needs. It was genius! I was privileged to watch it in successful operation and I always comment on Bill’s vision when people asked why we built Ponderosa the way we did.

Another area that I loved about Bill was his sense of humor. He loved twisting phrases to make them suit something that bordered on ridiculous sometimes. His timing and upfront delivery was something that always impressed me. He could laugh at himself and make it Okay for us to laugh at ourselves. I remember playing golf with him at Pasatiempo a few times and he would always walk up to my ball and “unknowingly” step on it and drive it into the dirt so it was impossible to play. He would then look at the ball and say “Was that your ball? I am so sorry!” and then just crack up. Or he would pick apples off a tree on the course and chip them into me as I was lining up a shot and then again ask “Are you getting ready to play? I am so sorry,” and again bust up laughing.

He was warm and drew people in. When I go recruiting so many people still ask about Bill. He made a lasting impression. He was my teacher, my mentor and a friend who pointed me to Jesus. I loved him and I will sorely miss him. I appreciated the way you shared him with so many people, Colette. My prayer is that you will sense that God is working in unusual and loving ways in your life in Bill’s absence.

As Bill would say, “Warmly in Christ,”

Ron Demolar
April 29, 2009
(the above letter from Ron was among the most touching to my Mom)

Hi Jenny,

Thanks for writing to me.... Yes, I was on summer staff four years, '69 to '72.

I have such fond memories of Bill; he was such a great guy, full of vision, passion and humor. He took a real interest in me (and all the other summer staffers).

I was there the summer Bill's vision of Ponderosa Lodge became reality. I was also there the summer his dream of a permanent closure of Mt Hermon road was fulfilled. I mentioned to Melissa I would have never met my wife Diane had not Bill intervened to get me back up there. After two summers up there, my third year application was declined due to the policy of having a certain amount of turnover and "new blood" each summer.

A few weeks after getting the notice, as I was walking out of the men's restroom at the Century movie theater in San Jose, I was startled to have a full bag of popcorn slammed into my chest ! I looked up to see Bill's smiling face asking "Jimmy how are you?" We chatted for a few minutes and when I let him know I wouldn't be seeing him that summer he said "let me see what I can do about that!" Sure enough, a few weeks later I got a job offer!

Without that "chance" meeting, I would have never met my future wife Diane who was also on summer staff. We first started talking at a staff social sponsored by Bill and held in his backyard ! Years later after we married and had our own kids, we started going to Mt Hermon family camps where I would sometimes play bass guitar. Over the years I've played in worship bands (Dave Burns) and summer concerts (Jack Pearson, John Fischer) dozens of times. Lots of memories in that auditorium ...

I often think how differently things would have turned out had Bill not taken some special interest in me !!!

Jim Holwerda
May 24, 2009

One of the best gifts I ever received was a pocket New Testament signed by Bill after I served as music director at Ponderosa Lodge in 1971. I really appreciated his vision and energy.

Dan Verinsky
May 12, 2009

Upon joining "staff" in 1975, Bill would stop by my office, pull up a chair opposite me and inquire about my family and how I was doing. He often thanked me for my service at Mount Hermon. I so much appreciated Bill's kindness, concern and encouragement — as well as his leadership. I ALWAYS looked forward to seeing Bill — even in recent years as he and Colette passed through. He was indeed an inspiration to both Sharri and me.

Bill & Sharri Cree
May 12, 2009

Dear Bill,

I thank my God for my every remembrance of you. You were my encourager as a young man at Mount Hermon. You loved me, approved me, exhorted me, and trusted me. Who could ask for more?

I treasure my memories of you passing the salad bowl among the campers at the old Redwood Bowl, collecting our quarters to help pay for your dream of Ponderosa. The pancakes at "Poison Oak Ridge" where the camp was to be located ... you were a man of infectious vision — and we all broke out with it!

Your legacy of countless servants of the Living God ... and amazing train of soldiers helped onto the tracks by your godly enthusiasm ... stand out as fruit of a life lived full and overflowing.

But your greater legacy is your progeny who each and all love the Lord of your life. They speak unspeakable volumes to faithful and loving parents, Bill and Colette. And the Body of Christ wins — huge!

Melissa's sweet "shadow" all summer; Casey's strength of character before the Supervisors ... and the Lord moved mountains!

Bill, you mentored with your life, and I shall always be grateful. And it has been visited upon the 3rd generation ... I love your grandson Jonathan, a man of your mein.

Thank you for serving; thank you for shaping Mount Hermon. Thanks for the memories,

love, Don

Don Broesamle
May 12, 2009

Dear Colette,

When I think of Bill, I think of you too. One of my favorite memories are the Summer Staff Sunday Night Sings that you hosted for us at your home. Both of you were so welcoming and we always had fun enjoying ice cream sundaes and singing. Thank you for always opening up your home for summer staffers.

Barbara Bogaard Van Maanen
May 12, 2009 

Bill always had a smile. Thank you Bill for your dedication for helping make Mount Hermon what it is, a fingerprint indeed.

My Dad (Bob Watts) loved you like a brother!

Stephanie (Watts) Cross
May 12, 2009

Dear Colette and family,

I'd like to share a tribute to your husband and Dad. Bill was one of my first real mentors – particularly in the area of leadership. I remain grateful for my years at Mount Hermon under his leadership and the lessons I learned and I rejoice with you because of his love for Christ and legacy in His service.

I remember his counsel to me when I was the Summer Staff Counselor at the Center in 1966: “Len, it is better to be ultimately respected than immediately popular.” That counsel was severely tested 2 days later at Staff Orientation.

Your Dad and I enjoyed a road trip together up to Redding/Chico area to see some Mt. Hermon friends like the Stewarts (before they came on staff) It was probably in September, 1969, before I was married in October of that year. We also enjoyed many good Rook games, your Dad and Bill Thornburgh versus Fred Miller and myself. 

Blessings from God Most high as you put this online remembrance together, and as you live for His glory.

Len & Diana Sunukjian
May, 2009

Bill was like a father to Summer Staffers at Mount Hermon! I served with him from 1967 to 1970. I'll never forget his exhortation to us the first night we were all together. He challenged me to serve Christ and really made it very significant and personal to me. I was never quite the same after that night, praise God!

Paul Wood
May 12, 2009

I first met Bill at Whitworth College in 1970. He was there looking for students to serve at Mount Hermon. I was selected to work at Redwood in '71 and then at Ponderosa Lodge in '72.

I can still see Bill driving around in that '71 Mustang convertible waving to everyone in Mount Hermon.

Later on I remember Bill introducing Corrie ten Boom as a speaker. He was so excited, and I was blessed to have known Bill. My acquaintance with him began a wonderful association for me with Mount Hermon. Bill loved life and people and most of all the Lord.

Tom & Sherry Babagian
May 12, 2009

More than anyone, Bill influenced my decision to attend seminary after Westmont. I was the "auditorium host" summers of '69 & '70 and Bill gave me a great deal of his time and really showed an interest in me and made me feel special. He was a big influence in my life and will remain as one of my "great cloud of witnesses" encouraging me to remain faithful to our Lord.

Paul Johnston
May 12, 2009 

I worked on Summer Staff 1966-1968. Dear Bill Gwinn is synonymous with Mount Hermon! I worked later full time, 1989-2005, but I can say that Mount Hermon was not the same without Bill.

I'll never forget being summoned to his office while on summer staff because I had been out half an hour after curfew. My "date" and I came in & assumed we would get some severe penalty. On the contrary he "connected" with us. What a balance of leadership and relationship!!!

Bill led our summer staff with wonderful & amazing messages geared for living our future adult lives following Jesus Christ well.

Colleen J. (Wilson) Peterson
May 12, 2009

A Tribute to Bill Gwinn

In the 1960's, the Christian Reformed Bible Conference was enjoying its second decade of holding its annual conference at Mount Hermon. When Bill Gwinn learned in late winter of 1961 that this group was interested in beginning a high school camp, he not only enthusiastically supported the idea but gave an incredible amount of time in helping to develop plans for the first camp the following June. As a young and inexperienced director of what became known as Hi-Camp, Bill became an exceptionally helpful mentor. Matter of fact, during the actual week of that first camp, Bill would meet with me late at night after the students went to their cabins. We would debrief the day's events and talk about the plans for the next day. His observations and suggestions made all the difference in not only making that first camp a success but in establishing patterns that are still a part of Hi-Camp today, forty-nine years later. I will always be grateful to Bill for serving as my mentor and for his role in establishing an annual week of ministry at Mount Hermon in which so many youth have come to know the Lord Jesus and have had the opportunity to grow in their relationship with Him.

Pete Duyst
Hi-Camp Director
May 3, 2009

I have way too many wonderful memories of Bill (and your family) to share on one page.

From the first time I met Colette and Bill, I felt like family. I was going through a painful divorce and you took me in, a baby born again Christian, with my children, Brent and Kim. Bill played with them, as did Casey and Jenny. What a blessing! My children will never forget those times which helped us all through the pain.

Through the years, I have been mentored, befriended, and felt loved by Bill (Colette — my forever friends.)

Judy Walters
May 12, 2009

Dear Gwinn Family,

   Words can't describe what your family has meant to me. When Bill brought you to Whittier and he was our new pastor he immediately made me feel loved and special. I was a child at the time but he always remembered my name and had a hug and a smile for me.

   As time went on and we got to know him better he truly invested time in our family. He loved us through the hardest time our family has ever endured and showed us what "tough love" looked like. He truly "saved" our family and I will be eternally grateful for that.

   He then went on to marry Rick and me. He counseled us in the desert and I will always remember the many words of wisdom he shared with us. At the end of the day, however, it was Bill & Colette's example of a loving, Godly marriage that will stay with us forever.

   As we raise four children of our own we will often think of Bill and Colette and the faith that always made their marriage and family whole.

   Thank you for sharing your husband & your family with me and my family.

Sue (Miller) Underwood
(member) Plymouth Church

Dear Colette and all the Gwinns,

I'm glad to be at Mount Hermon to honor Bill. What a beautiful place to remember him. Bill was such an important pastor / mentor / friend to all of us at Plymouth — including me at a formative time in my life. And he was such a crucial support for our family through some difficult times.

Bill Shaped my understanding of Scripture and helped introduce me to the world of evangelical thought — including people like Francis Schaeffer. With Bill's help, I came to see that our faith could be intellectually engaging — and fun. I always loved the way Bill could be both serious and playful.

Bill came to Whittier at an important time in my life and showed me what it means to follow Jesus with integrity and a smile. I often thank God for him.

A memory? He was kind to me when I busted your boat on a rock at Lake Mead.

I'll always remember his smile, maybe at a moment when he hit a crafty volley and he & Casey beat me & my dad in one of our epic doubles matches. I hope to play another someday.

Ken Miller
(member) Plymouth Church
May 12, 2009

Jenny,

Anything I write can't express the sadness I feel for you and the world. It is definitely a better place because your dad truly LIVED. The ups and downs made his words and actions so incredibly genuine. He was a rock for my family and me when the world seemed like sand.

I truly believe God places people on our hearts when He wants us to pray for them. On Thursday, when I assume your dad was going through the small heart-attacks, my sister (Sue) and I were talking about your dad and how his pre-marital counseling for us was so helpful and wise. We also reminisced about days at Plymouth with all of you. Though we didn't exactly stop and formally pray, he was in our thoughts with gratitude and love. Had we known, we most certainly would have fervently prayed... I guess now, it's not him, but everyone else who can use the prayers... especially you and your family.

Please know that my prayers are and will continue to be with you. It's hard for me to accept his passing... I can't begin to imagine what you're going through. But know that you're loved... and I pray that God's peace that passes all human understanding will comfort your heart that hurts so badly right now.

I'm not trying to make light of the subject by mentioning this, but yesterday I was at a Dodgers game, celebrating my son's 14th B-day. I can't begin to count all the games I've been to, easily over 200... And in all that time, I have never, ever had a foul-ball hit to me, until yesterday. Call it divine providence, or maybe it was your old pop who whispered in an angel's ear... (as your dad's been known to do)... to make that ball bounce our way... Who knows? But from now on, whenever I see that ball, thoughts of your dad will not be far away.

With all of that said, I do plan to do my best to come to Mt. Hermon and celebrate your dad, a truly great man. There are a few logistics that have to be worked out, but I will be there if at all possible.

Take care and may God bless you with beautiful memories as your dad will always be alive in Heaven and in the many hearts who loved him.

Love to you, too.

Barb (Miller) Dingman
(member) Plymouth Church
April 19, 2009

One of many favorite memories was when Bill visited Brett & me and our newborn, Michael. He stopped by our house in Camarillo shortly before a trustee meeting @ Westmont College in May, 1995.

Michael was born April 19, 1995. During Bill's visit, he held Michael close to his face and smiled. Michael, in return, smiled back to Bill. It was Michael's first smile and I have a picture of them smiling together. I'll cherish is forever.

Bill was pastor at Plymouth Congregational Church during my formative years of growing up.

He helped my Miller family weather storms we didn't think we'd survive. He encouraged me to go to Westmont. He visited me at my dorm when I attended Westmont. He counselled Brett & me prior to our marriage in 1991 & warned us that when he "ties knots, the knots don't slip." How true. He married Brett and me almost 18 years ago and we're tighter than ever.

Thank you Colette, for being such a wonderful role model of a wife who supports and cherishes her husband. You are in inspiration. I love you & you're in my prayers.

Barb (Miller) Dingman
(member) Plymouth Church
May 12, 2009

I hope and pray God is continuing to sustain you with peace, comfort, and strength. I'm sure you'll never get over the pain of missing him... but I suppose that'll make the ultimate reunion all the sweeter. You and your family did a beautiful job with the tribute to him. It truly was a little taste of heaven.

Blessings to you.
Love, Barb
September 29, 2009

What impressed me most about Bill was his love for people and especially all the youth of the church. He knew all their names and was genuinely interested in their activities. I remember him showing up at some of Barb and Sue's games and cheering them on. The family camps he organized really brought the Plymouth family together.

I remember Bill saying he'd never put a Christian bumper sticker on his car because he didn't want Christ's name to be tarnished by his driving.

Mollie Miller
May 12, 2009

Tennis matches with Casey, Bill, Ken and myself often lasting until fatigue prevailed at 16 to 15!

Bill's infectious laughter that raised everyone's spirit's, whether at Plymouth or Westmont.

Bill played a big role in all our lives but we especially appreciate the many miles he travelled to marry two of our daughters.

Ed Miller
(member) Plymouth Church
May 12, 2009

Howdy!

Back in 1982 I started out a letter with that same word, and explained that I was looking for a place to do a youth ministry internship. Your dad really liked the "Howdy!" and that was the start of our working together for the next 5 years. I remember that first summer that I worked with him. We clicked right away. His humor was contagious. When I graduated, it seemed like a natural next thing for us to work together. I couldn't imagine working anywhere else with anyone else.

So many programs and emphasis in my ministry that I do to this day were born under his leadership there at Plymouth Congregational Church. As a young pastor starting out, you couldn't ask for a better senior pastor to work under. He always had my back. I remember after sinking the church bus down in Baja Mexico (up to the headlights anyway — we did pull it out!) your dad ran interference for me with the church council. I think he saved my job more than once. And even when I deserved a good reprimand, your dad was always gracious and kind with me, never embarrassing me or making me feel incompetent.

More than anything, I felt like I was in ministry with a friend. He was so good to Laurie and I. I remember pre-marital counseling sessions in the hot tub in the backyard!! Where else but California??

Now that I'm a senior pastor, I try and give my youth pastor the same kind of gracious support that Bill gave me. It's "payback" for all the grace that Pastor Bill gave me!! I can't believe how forgiving and patient he was. I believe a youth pastor could have not had a finer senior pastor to work under. He was my friend, my mentor and companion.

Scott Hesler
Potomac Baptist Church,
Potomac Falls, Virginia

Dear Colette,

Reid and I had just recently chuckled over Bill's advice to Stacy at her wedding to Matt Myers almost 17 years ago.... "One good turn gets all the covers."

Our family really appreciated your ministry and family at Plymouth Church. What a day of rejoicing it will be when we all meet up once again in heaven!!!

Much love,

Leslie and Reid Pressley
(members, Plymouth Church)

Pastor Bill baptized me and my brother Cory when we were in Junior High and brought entire family into the Plymouth family as members.

I just enjoyed that Pastor Bill was so real and approachable, just love all that he did for my entire family, the Bakers (Jim & Lindy). Thank you for sharing Pastor Bill with us.

Wendy Maeda
May 12, 2009

We have been happily married for over 27 years, and we give a lot of the credit to Pastor Bill and the excellent pre-marital counseling he gave us!! We benefitted from his advice but especially from a drawing he made and showed us. It's a triangle with God at the top, Kevin on the bottom left and me on the bottom right. Bill said that the closer we each grow to God, the closer we would grow to each other! Nothing could be more true!

Kevin & Jan Hussey
(members, Plymouth Church)
May 12, 2009

Our years knowing Bill as pastor and friend were most rewarding. As a growing Christian, he offered much to me in his teachings. We looked forward to Sundays and to what Bill would share.

His smile and presence were encouraging to Bev and me. There were many laughs and fun times with Bill over the years we had him at Plymouth. Meeting all the family was to us, a blessing in that they reflected their love for God which was, and has been, contagious.

Jim & Bev Linklater
(member, Plymouth Church)
May 12, 2009

Our children are well and truly married because Bill officiated at all three ceremonies.

Bill gave my self-esteem a huge boost when he asked me to lead the worship service when all the Plymouth men were "advancing" (at camp). What an honor he bestowed on me.

Bev Linklater
(member, Plymouth Church)
May 12, 2009

Nancy and I are part of the "Plymouth Connection." My first memory of Bill was helping him in a "do-it-yourself" move into his & Colette's first Whittier home. He and I had to hoist a double mattress & springs into the second story apartment window!

We also have wonderful memories of many family camps that Bill brought to Plymouth. I'll always remember certain "Bill-isms" such as: "God is not a crutch, He's the whole hospital"... "a stance in advance" ... and, "an attitude of gratitude."

We will miss him!

Bob Stambaugh
(member, Plymouth Church)
May 12, 2009

Dear Colette and all of Bill's family,

Yesterday was truly a special celebration of Bill's life. And what a life! Bob, Mike and I were so thrilled to be present in the place Bill talked so much about and meant so much to him. It is truly beautiful and a perfect place to celebrate his graduation to an even more perfect place.

I have so many happy memories of Bill. It is hard to know where to begin. His ministry at Plymouth Church was so special and life changing for our family. He related to each one of us (especially Mike). Bill made God's Word so real and alive for me. His messages changed my life. In fact in Bill's own words "he knocked my socks off" with the truths he shared from God's Word. I am so thankful that our family had the privilege of being part of the huge circle of people touched by Bill.

love, Nancy

Nancy Stambaugh
(member, Plymouth Church)
May 13, 2009

Colette,

On behalf of the entire Cichowitz family I want to express our sympathy on Bills homegoing. Bill will always remain as an amazing example of a man who stood strong and faithful in his faith.

Though your's and Bill's time in Buena Vista, Colorado was short, we shall always look back upon that time as significant in many ways. First of all, Bill was truly one of the few who understood the work and ministry of Noah's Ark. He understood the challenges and difficulties we faced in the field of Christian camping and working with people.

Bill gave us one of the most valued nuggets of wisdom received in our 27 years of ministry. He encouraged us to "guard our hearts" and take responsibility for our personal care and welfare. We believe God's grace has been evident in that counsel.

Bill's life was truly worthy of the Lord's welcome, "Well done good and faithful servant."

Always in Christ,

Chuck and Lindy Cichowitz
Buena Vista, Colorado

Dear Colette,

Your short time with us at the First Baptist Church was such a huge, important, and special time. Bill taught us so much, I can't even begin to say it. The thing I keep reflecting on the most is he was a peacemaker & a giver of joy, as you are too.

We love you and pray for you in the many hard days that you will know that joy.

"Through Christ our comfort overflows." 2 Corinthians 1:5

Love,

Tom & Connie Smallwood
Twin Lakes, Colorado

When we first moved to Mount Hermon in 1970, we rented one of the Douglas' cabins on the Zayante side of the park. We had a kitten who climbed way up in a tree and would not or could not come down. Walt was traveling and I didn't know what to do. So I called the Mount Hermon office to see if one of the custodial staff could come and help me. Who showed up in their Jeep (remember that Jeep?) but Bill Gwinn, Bill Thornburgh and Fred Miller. And Bill Gwinn climbed the tree and rescued the cat. I never forgot that!

Lynnette & Walt Maynes
May 12, 2009

Bill was instrumental in leading two of our sons-in-law to the Lord and mentoring them in their Christian walk. We are so grateful to the Lord for these two men who were added to our family and grateful to Bill for letting God use him as an instrument and example to show Cliff and Paul "the way."

Ray & Sandy Bergen
May 12, 2009

Dear Colette,

When University Baptist Church started up in the early 1960s, we remember that Bill recommended Marvin Webster to us. Marv came and stayed as our first pastor for over 30 years.

Bill also gave the first message at UBC. He spoke many times over the years and they were memorable sermons. We especially and fondly remember an evening at your home in Mount Hermon. It was a lovely dinner and your wisteria plant had just begun to bloom so beautifully. We also well remember Bill's "hilarious" sense of humor.

Dale and Eg Long
May 12, 2009

Mount Hermon will always remind me of Bill. One of the most special times was walking to get my High School Diploma and he handing it to me and then giving me a huge hug. I will always be grateful to God for the great memories over the years being a "grounds kid."

Cay Ellen Campbell Thornley
May 12, 2009

I remember so many things about Bill. For sure the fun up at pancake ridge: a very large pancake with pine needles — simulating a hair piece some some guest speaker.

I also remember costumes galore for Staff Night with Bill leading the way. I do remember him as a people person and a Sunday school teacher as well. He meant a lot to me and my family. Tremendous asset to Mount Hermon.

Scott Shipley
May 12, 2009

I have very happy memories. It was always a vacation with a purpose at Mount Hermon!

I remember auditorium singing, pancake breakfasts, big daddy splash contest at the pool, heavy traffic and sand trucks before God through Bill ended that. I loved being a camper at Redwood & Ponderosa Lodge camps, Victory Circle and campfires & great music with Howie Stevenson.

Being an adult and looking back, I'm so glad for Bill Gwinn and what he meant to Mount Hermon. He remembered the Gospel message and God blessed him for his obedience in a lifetime of Christian service and success. Bill was an example of a loving man, father, and husband.

I'm thankful that my daughters (Hannah 20, Rachel 18, and Alicia 16) have grown up having the Mount Hermon experience. It has enriched our lives. Any time we are Mount Hermon, it is like "coming home." To God be the glory! It was a wonderful time of celebration!

Love & Sympathy to your family,

Sherrie Shipley
May 12, 2009
P.S. Fran & Ship send their love and happy memories too.

Dear Doug,

Here are some thoughts about your dad....

Bill Gwinn was a terrific guy. He was the head of Mount Hermon while I was in jr high and high school and he had quite an influence on our family, especially thanks to his winsome personality. The way our family got to know him was that we had moved to the Santa Cruz mountain area in 1967 from Oklahoma. My father was a technical writer for the space industry and very brainy. We had spent my childhood moving around from space launch to space launch, and in each city my dad would first take us to the Baptist church and if he didn't like the minister's sermon, we would go to the Methodist church instead. We began attending University Baptist and my father LOVED the minister. He raved about the sermons, he thought the guy was GREAT and he got along well with him and was inspired. Dad said, "Wouldn't it be my luck if this guy is just about to move." As it turned out, it was Bill Gwinn filling in for the regular pastor who was on vacation. When the pastor returned, my Dad moaned. Turned out that the "fabulous minister" was actually none other than the head of Mount Hermon!!!

Who knew that within 2 years my father would pass away after a difficult illness at only age 36. Bill Gwinn ministered to our family and he officiated at my father's funeral service. It was incredibly comforting to us to have a strong, reliable, Christian like Mr. Gwinn speak for our father and our family. Both Mr. and Mrs. Gwinn were good to our mother.

The Gwinns took us to the Billy Graham Crusade many times as teenagers. We also went to Young Life with the Gwinn kids and I was in school with Doug — my older brother was in the same class as Melissa and my little sister was in Casey's grade. One year our Young Life gang of about 6 kids decided to play a fast one on Mr. Gwinn. We went over to the Gwinn house, creeping in the middle of the night (probably around 10:30pm) and we toilet papered their house to the nth degree. We had a wonderful time and we all went home and set our alarm clocks for 6am the next morning. We got up and crept back over to the Gwinn house at 6:00am and the joke was on US! The Gwinns must have been up watching us through the window the night before. They had cleaned up all of the toilet paper and there would be NO SHOW! We laughed and laughed because we knew we'd been had by Bill Gwinn.

What can you say about someone as wonderful as Mr. Gwinn? He was bigger than life, he had principles, and he was a great leader of people. He was a terrific Christian who I will fondly remember always. God Bless the Gwinn family.

Sherry Pevy Gillis
Paradise, California
February 22, 2010

Bill was my first "boss", as I started teaching at SLV in 1970, being he was president of the school board. I very much looked up to him. Also, I want to thank him for providing me with the best point guard I ever coached. Thanks also to Colette as she may have had something to do with Casey, too!!!

Dave Mercer
May 12, 2009

Dear Colette,

We were saddened to hear of Bill's homegoing but celebrate his life and impact on so many of us at Lake Avenue. He asked a lot of us in our spiritual commitment, always conveying love, respect and understanding. Together you set the bar high, fulfilling the Psalmist's words from Psalm 71:17-18: "Since my youth, O God, You have taught me and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds. Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, O God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your might to all who are to come" (we came).

We loved Bill's interest in us and thank God for a life well spent. We love you.

Sincerely,

George and Danita Terzian
(members, Lake Avenue Church)

Dear Colette,

Before you and Bill went to Mount Hermon, I babysat for Melissa and Doug. Your first summer at Mount Hermon I lived with you to help with the kids. It was a wonderful summer. Do you remember the chocolate cream pies you made to entertain the various speakers? Really good!

Billy Graham came to speak one week and through him I realized my need for Jesus. I spoke to Bill and the next morning he led me to accept Jesus. I've journeyed thru life with my awesome, ever present Lord Jesus.

I was saddened to hear of Bill's homegoing and the huge loss this is to you and your children. I pray there will be comfort in the many, many years of ministry together.

I have kept track of you and Bill through a mutual friend, Wayne Martin. There are a few others from your years at Lake Avenue who still attend. I am wondering if Doug attends Lake. If so it would be such a thrill to meet him.

Sometime when things are easier I would love to hear from you.

Bonnie and Arnie Welch
(members, Lake Avenue Church)

Dear Doug,

I got to know your Dad in his role as a long-time member of the Board of Trustees of Westmont College. We go way back—since I have been teaching at the College for 45 years!. I wish that I had had opportunity to know him in other than this limited role. But I know that he was a respected and gracious member of the Board during the years when the College was transitioning to the top tier college it is today. What stands out in my memory of Bill is his friendliness to someone he really did not know all that well, because most of the time when we would chat, it would be when he was on campus for a Board meeting. Even if we only saw each other in passing or at graduation ceremonies, he would always give me a friendly greeting—even remembering my name! He struck me as a real person, a "regular guy," a man with no pretense. I shall always be grateful to the Lord for the faithful service he gave to the College for those many years.

Ron Enroth
Westmont College
September 23, 2009

Dear Gwinn Family,

At this moment I can’t say whether Helene and I can come to Mt. Hermon for the service. So I am going to go ahead and send our love and very best wishes to each of you in the Gwinn family.

The contribution that Bill made to the Kingdom goes beyond anything I could say. His ministry at Lake Avenue Church, Mount Hermon, Westmont College, and more recently in the Palm Springs area, has changed the lives of thousands of people.

For me personally it would be hard to overstate his blessing in my life, going back to those days when he was our youth minister at Lake Avenue and I was a leader in the college group. It was many years later I became linked with him again, as I became president of Westmont. Bill and Colette were role models among trustees and spouses. Colette provided real leadership among the spouses, and Bill along with John Jenks had a profound influence on the life experience of Westmont students for decades.

Dozens of experiences flood my memory as I think back to those years. There was no Westmont trustee more dedicated, enthusiastic, hard working, and visionary than Bill.

I am so thankful that he learned before he left us that his great dream of a Westmont Math & Science building has come to pass, for the Westmont board has determined to build a beautiful building that will honor the Lord, but also honor those who like Bill maintained the vision and hope which finally made it a reality.

If I am not able to be present please know I will be in prayer that this service will be a great inspiration to all those present to follow the role model of Bill Gwinn in their lives and service.

David Winter
Westmont College
April 23, 2009

We met Bill in 1961 when as a young couple from San Jose we carried our 6-week-old first born into the Mount Hermon auditorium to worship for the first time. We learned much from Bill's teaching. We suspected he was a fun person!

In the 80's we joined the Westmont Board of Trustees — a most serious and dedicated group. Bill welcomed me warmly and we shared many a laugh. I will never forget how, in the midst of some weighty matter, Bill would see something funny. I am so glad that he was able to find out that his long-wished for Chapel at Westmont would soon be built. Thank you, Lord, for the gift of Bill Gwinn!

Cal & Phyllis Marble
May 12, 2009

Dear Colette,

Just a note to tell you that I have often thought about you and your sweet husband Bill. You shared a wonderful life together and it must be hard to imagine life without him. Know that God is faithful & present. I also wanted you to know that I am so grateful for Bill's belief in Student Life and for all the ways he supported our work during his long service as a trustee of Westmont. His energy lives on in the many graduates of Westmont all around the world.

Praying for you,

Jane Higa
Westmont College
May 25, 2009

I have wonderful memories of Bill's service to the Westmont Board. Bill always spoke with authority and wisdom.

I will never forget the uproar of laughter when Bill and Bruce Bare had teamed up on an opinion — Bill said to the rest of the Board, "You'll just have to Gwinn and Bare it."

Vince Nelson
May 12, 2009

Dear Colette,

During those days as a high school kid at Lake Avenue, Bill was my best friend and mentor. How I will miss seeing him one last time before heaven. My mom asked that I tell you of her love for both of you.

Darilyn and I both send our love to you. May you know the comfort of His presence during these tough days. We will be praying for you.

love in Christ,

Bud & Darilyn Bare

Bill's visit to Whitworth University several years ago continues to stay with me. During the Sunday morning worship service, Bill stepped to the microphone and gave powerful testimony of how God had been faithful throughout all his life. He spoke with such great enthusiasm about his current ministry at Outdoor Resorts.

After that service, Bill and I shared a wonderful meal and talked about Bill's ongoing passion for Whitworth, for Mount Hermon (where I met him as a summer staffer at Redwood Camp '72), and most of all for Jesus Christ. I will always remember Bill's enthusiasm for Christian ministry.

Terry McGonigal
Dean of Spiritual Life
Whitworth University
May 12, 2009

We will always remember Bill's love of Jesus and sense of humor at at Outdoor Resorts. He did indeed make faith fun.

Ed & Carol Johnson
Outdoor Resorts
May 12, 2009

My dear Colette and Family,

Colette, you were Bill's greatest asset and I recall him in our home one evening telling us what a wonderful gift you had been to him.

I loved his sense of humor and how he could relate the Good News of Christ with people in the world. His and your ministry at the park (Outdoor Resorts) was very effective and fruitful. We were so blessed the times we were there with you and Bill. He was a compassionate pastor and he "connected" with his people. I saw this when he led the services. I'm sure people felt "Bill will understand and accept me where I am."

We love you,

Paul and Elizabeth Larsen

We had the privilege of serving with Bill on Mount Hermon's Law Enforcement Committee. This was during the beginnings of this conference in 1977 and on into the '80s. We use to tease him about the fact that we never saw him finish a meal without being interrupted by someone. Usually though, he was the one that got up and went to talk to someone else.

Years later we experienced a "God Encounter" along Interstate 80 in Wyoming as we followed this R.V. that had a blowout. When we pulled over to help, who should it be but Bill and Colette. His comment upon seeing us was, "How is it that you're always there to rescue me?" What would be the chances of that happening?

What a joy to have known and loved this very dedicated and energetic man. He was so full of love for Christ, and the spreading of the Gospel to his fellow man, whether they were young or old. He was a man who gave sacrificially of himself. He will be greatly missed by many but it our heartfelt prayers that go out to Colette and his family.

Bob and Sheila Blecksmith
May 9, 2009

Dear Gwinn family,

We were barely finished reading your good long letter in early April than word came that Bill had suddenly left us and was "sitting at the feet of Jesus." We and many of our church members (the older ones) were so saddened. Many knew him from Mount Hermon years. Bill was a faithful servant to the end & is leaving a blessed legacy to many and especially your children. We have been offered a ride to come down for the service but our 4 children from far & wide are coming for a special time to be together. They are all remembering you at this time. They have special memories of you, Mount Hermon & your visit to Wolf Mountain. But the "one special week" every summer we spent at Mount Hermon really stands out. Our then little gals and guy looked forward to that from year to year!

Much love, joy & peace.

Dick & Norma Jones
April 28, 2009

Bill Gwinn stands out to me for his smile, his warmth and his sense of humor. I came to Mount Hermon as an 8 year old kid with my parents, Roger and Amy Lewis. Bill always talked to me, got to know me and made me feel welcome at camp.

When I grew up and went away to college, Bill and Colette welcomed me to their church in Whittier. Not only did they make me feel at home in worship but they also invited me over for lunch. I thank God for the part Bill played in showing  me that following after the Lord could be such a joy-filled adventure!

Andy Lewis
May 12, 2009

A memory that I wanted to share is ... the water wars that went on between Bill & my mom, Barbara. The hose brought in the house at a Bible Study ... The Buckets of water dumped from the Administration Building ... the playful nature of Bill will always be around through the Gwinn kids.

I have enjoyed being a part of the family thru Jenny & have many fond memories. Thank you!

Sandra Dosker
May 12, 2009

Jenny and Casey,

I wanted to let you both know how sorry I am that your dad has passed away. I know this is a tough time for your family. For you Jenny, I’m especially sad that you weren’t able to say goodbye to your dad in person. I hope that in a small way my words here can provide you with some comfort and joy.

I’ve been thinking a lot about your dad, not only since his passing, but also prior to that. Over the course of the last 12 months, I had recurring thoughts about going to see your dad because he may not be here much longer. My dad and I had even discussed traveling down to Banning the next time we had a chance, but it hadn’t worked out. I wanted to see your dad to thank him again for his ministry at Mount Hermon, but more importantly for the influence he had on my life. Sadly, I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to your dad either.

The older I get, the more I realize that the people God puts in your life at an early age can be the most significant. Those people often play a pivotal role in the formation of your identity, character and spiritual development. Looking back on my life, I’m reminded that your dad was one of those people that intersected my life at a crucial time.

From 1970 to 1979 the Gwinn and Stewart families had what I remember as a very special relationship. There were many great times together as our fathers gave their vocation to the advancement of God’s kingdom through the ministry of Mount Hermon. Although I was only a young boy at that time (5-14), I have vivid memories of our families enjoying life together…Jenny my sister and Casey my older brother. Will anyone of us ever forget the houseboat trips on Lake Shasta? Those incredible memories have remained with me...even today it brings a smile to face!

Your dad’s enthusiasm and zest for life is what I remember most about him. He was so fun to be around, and it seemed that whatever he was doing others wanted to be involved in. I think that is why our families had so much fun together.

It wasn’t until later in life that I began to realize the impact of men like your father on my life. Early in 1997, prior to the arrival of my first child, I was thinking about what a great role model I had for a father and wondering how I would ever be able to give my children the kind of childhood I was blessed to have. Ultimately, those thoughts led me to a real appreciation for the other “Godly” men that I got to watch live out their faith through the ministry of Mount Hermon. I’m convinced that your dad’s witness for Christ and the example of his life and leadership played an important role in my spiritual development.

It was during that time I was compelled to write letters to a few of the men whom I considered to have had a significant impact on my life. All six men that I wrote to worked on staff at Mount Hermon during my “growing up” years and your dad was the first man I wrote to. I thanked him for being a living example of what it looks like to follow Christ and how that shaped my life. He wrote me back from the desert shortly after and thanked me for the letter. He encouraged me to hold on to God’s Word, stay faithful to my wife, love my kids, and enjoy life.

Like most things not of this world, I don’t think your dad understood the impact he had on me. He was just being the man God called him to be, leading his family and Mount Hermon closer to the Kingdom.

That’s the great thing about our God. He takes people like us, in the midst of our humanness and makes something out of nothing for His cause. And every once in a while, He anoints a special man for a special purpose. Your dad was a special man. I’m so glad to have known, loved, and been loved by him. I can’t wait to see him again in heaven!

Know that I grieve with you, but I also rejoice with you. Your father’s life was one that God used in a powerful way for His Glory!

“Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God.”

Romans 5:1-2

John Stewart, Jr.
May 1, 2009

In the mid-80s Pastor Gwinn went with us to Lake Shasta to go houseboating. He and I were dropped off on a beachfront, perhaps an island, to stake our claim for our houseboat space. We sat there on the edge of the water rhyming for hours.... The poetry was hysterical and continued for many years thereafter.

I will always have a special bond with "Bill" and look forward to sharing poetry in heaven with him for ever and ever!

Mike Stambaugh
(member, Plymouth Church)
May 12, 2009

Jenny,

I had met your dad & mom several times over the years, but unfortunately didn't get to know your dad well. However, after hearing over & over today about how much fun he was to be around, how can I be surprised? His daughter is a reflection of that joyful spirit. I think that's why we became friends! The service encouraged and inspired me.... Your dad surely blessed us today!

love you, Kel

Jenny,

When I met your Dad he was so friendly and funny. Every time you spoke about him your eyes would light up because you had so much respect, admiration and love for him. I know you will miss him. Let's keep in touch!

love you, Alex

Alex & Kelly Aragon
May 12, 2009

Dear Colette,

I am truly, deeply sorry for your loss. I am also so thankful to have met Bill and spent time with the two of you and Jenny. It was like spending time with a couple of teenagers, you two were always so young at heart and excited about life.

I remember going down to the desert to visit Bill & Colette with Jenny. They always knew where the 1/2 price happy hour restaurants were. It was like hanging out with a couple of teenagers. Fun !!!

May you find comfort everywhere you seek it.

Johanna Good

I had the privilege of serving at Mount Hermon in the summer of ’68, and quickly grew to respect and admire Bill. He was a true leader, concerned about the people who worked not for, but with him. He had a vision for Mount Hermon, and it is gratifying to revisit the website and see so many of the things he worked for realized today. I am old enough to see my peers passing over each year, but it is especially hard to say goodbye to people like Bill. May God bless Bill’s family.

Mel McNichols
June 16th, 2012
As printed in the Mount Hermon obituary page

Dear Colette,

"Jesus said to her, 'I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die.' " John 11:25-26.

How are you? Hope you're doing fine. It was with a great sense of loss when we heard of Bill's death. We wanted to let you know that you have our greatest sympathy, and our hearts are truly saddened. Nanay said, "Bill was more than just a wonderful person, he was always so kind and considerate the way he always welcomed me whenever he saw me." He will always remain in our hearts.

May God give you Himself as your strength. Our sincere thoughts and prayers are with you.

Marites and Cristina Narvaez
Manila, Philippines

It was my pleasure to meet Bill when I visited my Aunt Linda and Uncle Doug in California last December 2007. I can clearly remember how warm and welcoming he and Colette were when we went to their home near Palm Springs on Christmas Eve. I only had a few, short conversations with him, but I could tell that he is a good son of our Lord. He radiated the love and peace of Christ and in just one day was a blessing to me. I thank the Lord for having that chance to meet him. He's a person who should always be remembered and honored.

April Narvaez
September 19, 2009

Doug –

Thank you so much for putting this on line. It was a great memoir you wrote about DAD.

I LOVE IT!!! Dad has been a great father to me ….. He was a great friend, always there when we needed advice, always willing to help and give in every way he can. I will always be grateful to him and Mom because they treated me as their own daughter.

I know that when I married Doug I would be in good hands because JESUS is the center of his life. Thanks to his parents because it was the product of their love for GOD that has made Doug into what he is today. Through Doug, I was saved! And Bill Gwinn was a big part of it. Bill was fun to be with, he had such a great sense of humor, caring and loving. Again, I thank the LORD for the blessings of knowing Bill Gwinn and being part of the Gwinn family.

Linda Gwinn
September 13, 2009

Excerpts from Chuck Swindoll's Address at the Memorial Service in Mount Hermon

May 12, 2009

[Prayer] Thank you for loaning (Bill) to us for just a little while, not long enough for us but long enough for You, and we bow before Your sovereignty now, in removing him from us.

Shortly before his death in 1834, Samuel Taylor Coleridge took the time to write a piece that never really got much press. It was titled Youth and Age. In that little book he wrote, “Nought cared this body for wind or weather when youth and I lived in't together.” But I think the best line is the small statement in only a few words, five of them, toward the end of the book…. “Friendship is a sheltering tree."

You can’t think of Mount Hermon without thinking of trees and you can’t walk among these trees without realizing how they shelter all of us. The blast of wind is broken by the presence of this forest of trees. The hot rays of the sun cooled by the sprawling limbs and leaves of the trees.

Friendship is like a sheltering tree. Isn’t it? We stop and think about it… all the way through the Bible we find individuals sheltered by the tree of another life. It was Joshua who found great encouragement under the sheltering tree of Moses. And it was the older Elijah who was sheltered by the presence of Elisha the prophet. David, when he was hunted and haunted by King Saul for a dozen or so years, found himself sheltered by the tree of Jonathan.

Even our long-time friend Paul had a grove of trees – when you stop to think of his life – there was a physician named Luke who was there with him to the end. There was a traveling companion named Barnabas and another named Silas, then of course, that unusual name inserted in Paul’s last letter, Onesimus…. “who oft refreshed me and he wasn’t ashamed of my chains.” Unknown to us but not forgotten by Paul were those who refreshed him. Even our Savior at the little hamlet of Bethany enjoyed the friendship of Martha and Mary, and their brother Lazarus. In unguarded moments, He could kick his sandals off, relax, and be refreshed under the sheltering tree of that family of those two sisters and their brother.

A little over a hundred years after Coleridge wrote his piece, Carl Sandberg finished his massive four-volume work on Lincoln in the war years. And when he got to the next to the last chapter of the fourth volume, which is the chapter covering that very delicate subject of those days following Lincoln’s assassination, he was at a loss to know what title to choose. He selected an old woodsman’s proverb for the title of that 75th chapter, “A Tree is Best Measured When It’s Down.”

For 37 years I enjoyed the sheltering tree of Bill Gwinn. For a number of you it was many years longer than that, but I will tell you without hesitation that he is one of those men who has marked my life and I am honored beyond words to be asked to speak today. I spend my life surprised, and this is another of those surprises, that the Gwinn Family would ask me – of all the people they could have asked – to stand here today and speak about the man who sheltered us so many ways.

I’m looking into the face of a wife who knew the love of this man for almost six decades, imagine that! And I can’t imagine how lonely you must feel, I really can’t, I just have to tell you. Cynthia and I have thought of you hundreds of times. And for the first time you go to bed alone, and for the first time you enter a home alone.

The tree is down. And now these four children – grown admittedly and have their own families – but for the first time in their lives they are fatherless. I’ll never forget when my father died – and please allow me a little bit of time to go through some of this – it’s all part of what I think the Lord would have us hear. For the first time in my life I felt orphaned. And I feel there’s a little of that in these four children. And the best part of today were the tears of Karianne… I loved the fact that you just couldn’t do all the song. There’s a great beauty in that… it may not make for great concert work but it makes for magnificent authenticity. We all melt with tears. It’s because the tree is down….

So my task today is to measure the tree. We couldn’t measure it while it was standing, but now that it is fallen we can look it over. The leaves are withered, the branches are now gone from our sight. This great massive trunk of a life knows enormous roots; they’re now there for us to look at. And I thank God for imagination, we can do that together, and we must. Though the tree, 79 years old when it fell, a little after 3 o’clock on that fateful Friday afternoon in April. April 17. None of us was ready for it… and it fell. So we come today to mourn his passing and also to celebrate his homegoing (Chuck reached up toward heaven in saying this).

It may be of interest to you that when Bill got to the bottom of the barrel and invited me to come to Mount Hermon (my first time), I know he had gone through his lists several times and they all had said “no.” We stayed at Ellenrock, which used to be back here (he pointed behind the auditorium). Leaned a little (he laughed)… The wind didn’t blow around it, it blew through it. And so it was a cold June day in 1972. Our youngest had just turned two. His older sister, Colleen, turned five just before we got here. Carisa was then only eight. Our oldest, Curt, was ten.

When I called Curt to tell him that the tree had fallen there was a long pause on the phone. He said, “Dad, do you know my first memory of Bill Gwinn?” I said, “I don’t know.” He said, “We were at that crummy little cabin back behind the auditorium.” He said it was cold… you had just tucked Chuck in the crib and we heard this knock at the door – it was pouring down rain and the wind was blowing. I opened the door and here stood a man with an arm-full of firewood in a driving rain. And the rain was dripping off his nose and he kept going “whew”, “whew” (Chuck demonstrated by blowing air from his mouth across his nose) to get the rain. He said, “You Swindolls must be freezing your butts off in there.” “That was the opening line that I remember,” said Curt. (and we are). I told him to come in… I had no idea who he was, we had never met. And he came in and he lit the fire and stayed there till it got going and he did that every day of our seven days at camp. Curt says, “That’s Bill Gwinn.” It is Bill Gwinn.

A servant at heart never once called himself anything significant when he was with us. He was a servant, a friend, a sheltering tree.

Bill put up with a lot from us but did we have fun ??? He put the fun back into the faith (Chuck described the hilarious episode of the pancake throwing in the auditorium)….

But when you come back to Mount Hermon, you are coming back home…. Bill set the stage for what a camp ought to be and my prayer is that it will never get sophisticated….

So we’ve come to the reality as Joshua had to come. He heard the words, “Moses, my servant is dead.” Bill Gwinn is dead. He is dead. We will never see him on this earth again.

So what can we say that will be for us worth remembering? I decided to turn to the words of a man who was as close to death as anyone – and knew it – when he took up his stylus to write his last memoirs. Paul’s words in 2nd Timothy. His tree hadn’t fallen but it was leaning and the sheltering of his life was just about done. He’s filled with memories. And he writes to his friend and he says in 2nd Timothy 4:6, “The time of my departure has come. And then he looks back and there are like three short bursts, like little staccato notes on the score. “I have fought the good fight.” Literally, it reads, “the good struggle, I have struggled.” The word rendered “struggled” is the word from which we get our word, “agony.”

Let’s be candid with one another, Bill was not a perfect man. This is not a day to rehearse scars and failures, but he had them, as we all do…. there were heartbreaking, painful times, as is true of every one of us… and this is what made the tree magnificent. Like a gnarled old tree near the beach with the roots twisted and turned… my Mother used to say, “The roots grow deep when the winds are strong.” And with all the struggles, Bill’s roots went deep. He had fought the good fight. I admire him and I admire you, Colette, and I admire each one of you his children for hanging in there with him through the struggles. You know him better than anyone. Bill had his crucibles and his agonizing moments. But he fought them.

“I have fought the good fight,” and then with the struggles passed he says, “I have finished the course.” The course that began way back at his years at seminary, including Lake Avenue. There was a wonderful story I heard just this morning, the two men who came from Mount Hermon to talk with Bill about becoming a part of this team. Bill had dreamed of them the night before… isn’t that amazing? And just as he had dreamed, they said “We’d like you to consider being at Mount Hermon.” Bill said, “Wait a minute, I gotta sit down, I just last night dreamed this.” And Bill wasn’t one for dreams and all that jazz… he just had that dream and it was sort of verified. So he came… 1957 and on through 1978, and then on to areas of ministry that others of you have had your lives touched by him: Whittier, Outdoor Resorts and other places.

And then Paul says, “I have kept the faith.” That may be the best part of all. I fought the fight, I finished the course but all the way through I never ditched the faith. I kept it, I stayed true to it.

I never once could call Bill Gwinn and talk with him without having my faith deepened. Never once was there not a word of affirmation or an encouragement. You can’t say that about too many people. He not only kept the faith, he kept it strong for others.

So that course he ran with zeal and passion and joy, and that faith he kept… and here’s the current testimony, listen to what’s happened, because we weren’t there to see it. “In the future there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness which the Lord, the righteous judge will award me on that Day.” So along with all the other great delights where he is, is the reward in words now, and later when they are given – in a crown. The crown for what? Fighting the fight, finishing the course, keeping the faith. I love the end, I just saw this in a new way… “and He will bring me safely to His heavenly kingdom. To Him be glory for ever and ever.”

Guess what the next word is? “Amen.” Amen? Doesn’t mean I’m through, but it does say “Amen.” And so we go on with our lives, we go on with the struggles, and every person in this room has them. How we love at times to rehearse them. The struggles are there, they will stay there, that’s part of being on this old earth. That’s why we need trees, called “friends” who shelter us. That’s why it’s invaluable to measure the tree when it’s down. And as we do that we remember that he has come to that magnificent heavenly reward.

I failed to mention one thing and I can’t end without mentioning it. Once the tree fell we were able to see what was carved on the trunk. “Bill loves Colette.” And on the other side if you could push it over, “Bill loves Melissa, Doug, Casey, and Jenny.”

“For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a shout with the voice of the archangel and the trumpet of God and the dead in Christ shall rise first.” Now that’s Bill. Then we who are alive and remain will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, so shall we ever be with the Lord.” And the next verse we often forget… “Comfort one another with these words.” Comfort one another with these words. You kids, comfort your mother with these words. Colette, comfort the grandchildren with these words. We will forever be with the Lord. Comfort them with those words. We’ll be home at last.

Biography of The Reverend Bill Gwinn

William Douglas Gwinn (known as "Bill" by all his friends and family) was born on July 16, 1929 in Seattle, Washington and died on April 17, 2009 in Palm Springs, California. He is survived by his wife of 58 years, Colette; his four children, Melissa (and her husband Phil) Assink, Doug (and his wife, Erlinda) Gwinn, Casey (and his wife, Beth) Gwinn, and Jenny (and her husband, Chris) DeFrates; his seven grandchildren (Jonathan, Zachary, Kelly, Karianne, Christopher, Dane, and Daisy); and his sister Barbara (and her husband, Alex) Antes.

Bill graduated from Roosevelt High School in Seattle in 1946. He graduated from Whitworth College in 1950 and received his Master of Divinity from Fuller Theological Seminary in 1953.

Bill began his ministry as a Youth Minister at Lake Avenue Congregational Church in Pasadena, California in 1953. In 1957, he moved to Mount Hermon Christian Conference Center to serve as the Program Director. He later became the Executive Director and served at Mount Hermon until 1978. Many of the programs and initiatives of Mount Hermon today began through Bill Gwinn's leadership and vision. He moved on to become the pastor of Plymouth Congregational Church in Whittier, California from 1979 to 1987. He also served Interim Pastorates in Buena Vista, Colorado; Pearl City, Hawaii; and Hanalei, Kauai. From 1990-2006, Bill remained active in service to Jesus Christ as a Chaplain at Outdoor Resorts RV Park in Cathedral City, California.

Over the years, Bill served as president of the school board of San Lorenzo Valley School District in Felton, California; the Board of Trustees of Westmont College in Santa Barbara; the Board of Trustees of Forest Home Christian Conference Center; the Board of Directors of Bible Study Fellowship; the Board of Directors of African Enterprise; the Executive Committee of Christian Camping International; and in volunteer leadership roles with the Conservative Christian Conference, the Christian Conciliation Service of Los Angeles, the California Council on Alcohol Problems, the National Association of Evangelicals Advisory Committee, the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association, and the Hospital Chaplains Ministry of America.

Biography of our Mom, Colette Gwinn

Colette Gwinn was born on November 8, 1927 in San Francisco, California, the first of four children of Ed and Margaret. She died March 17, 2016 in Spring Valley, California. She attended Burlingame High School and graduated from Pasadena High School, Class of 1945. At Whitworth College in Spokane, Washington, she majored in Art and graduated in 1949. During college she was a member of a girls trio that sang often at banquets, weddings, churches, and other events. She kept busy on campus as a reporter for the Whitworthian (campus newspaper), was a co-editor of the yearbook, and ran for class secretary as a junior. It was here at Whitworth she met her future husband, Bill Gwinn. They married in 1951 while Bill was attending Fuller Seminary. Colette worked at the Southern California Gas Company in Los Angeles. Bill and Colette were both on Summer Staff at Mount Hermon several times as can be seen by a staff photo for summer of 1953 (scroll to the bottom of the page and see them in the third row on the left).

The Gwinns had four children (see above) and Colette was a fantastic mother and wife. They say that behind every successful man is a loving and supportive woman and that could not be more true with Colette and Bill. Colette was instrumental in teaching her children to love and follow the Lord Jesus Christ. She was a tremendous homemaker, a wizard in the kitchen, and certainly had the gift of hospitality throughout her life. With her cooking, she often entered her banana bread, pumpkin bread, cookies and more at County Fairs. She also entered for table-settings and won. Her ability to decorate her own home spilled over to others; for example, when her older son Doug (& Linda) bought their first house, Mom was there to add her splendid, earthy touch such as using rough pine logs for curtain rods. Her love of art resulted in a variety of water-color paintings, or with colored pens or pencils. Foremost among these was "My Dollies' Prayer" with a drawing of daughter Jenny kneeling at her bed to pray, joined by four dollies. Raggedy Ann couldn't exactly kneel so she sat on the bed for the drawing. These were mass produced and hundreds were sold at the Mount Hermon Bookstore. She also specialized in making stationary cards with drawings of Jenny, of boats in the Santa Cruz Harbor, and of the Mount Hermon Redwood Trees and hiking trails. Mom loved riding bikes with the family and she also had a "moped" with which she buzzed around Mount Hermon. Other activities she enjoyed were leading kids as a "den mother", being active in the PTA, and being the number one fan of her kids at basketball, baseball games and concerts that her children were in.

On Sunday mornings, we would pile into the car and go to church (UBC in Santa Cruz). You would often hear her say a phrase that will echo into eternity: "This is the latest we've ever been!" As of result of our usual church tardiness, we had no choice but to march down to the front and sit in the first row, the only one available. They probably saved it for us.

Everywhere she and Bill went, Colette was beloved by those she knew and who she served, especially in her home. She would bend over backwards to help anyone in need. One example among many... I remember how our family hosted foreign exchange students from Germany and especially Brazil, making them feel right at home in California. Thanks to Mom especially, our Brazilian "daughter," Priscila Thomé fell in love with America and ended up coming back here to marry and raise her own family. And who could forget "Zito Trevesani-Neto" (cousin of Priscila) who starred on our SLV soccer team and lived with us for six months. Priscila and Zito affectionately called her "Mom."

There were a myriad of Mount Hermon speakers, staff, and neighbors, Plymouth Church of Whittier friends and other families who graced our home and Mom was always ready with a dessert, tea, a hug, and warm conversation. They say "a house is known by the company it keeps" and our house entertained a lot of company! Mom and Dad always had a "Guest Book" available for people to sign when they came over, and I lost track of how many guest books they went through (dozens).

You could always count on Mom to keep you up to date on family happenings if you were away. She was great with Christmas cards, post cards, then more recently, New Years letters. When I was in college, I looked forward to Mom's "care packages" full of chocolate chip cookies, chocolate balls, and lots of surprises. When I was in Korea for a year, it was a thrill to get her packages; and the other officers I lived with also looked forward to sharing in the goodies. It was like Mom was sending you a little piece of "home."

Colette always made "coming home" something incredibly special and if you weren't at home, you couldn't wait to get back! I would have to say that her voice was my favorite sound, whether on the phone or in person.

Mom & Dad's 58 years together are a testament to the faithfulness of God in their lives and in our family. Now Mom herself has "come Home." We miss her dearly, but are happy she is reunited with Dad, that she is no longer in pain, and especially that she has received a warm welcome from the Lord Jesus Christ with Whom she now reigns in the Kingdom of our Lord.

A famous missionary* once said about his wife: "Surely the removal by a kind Father means that He rewarded you by taking you to the best home, the eternal one in the heavens."

If you have a specific recollection of Colette and would like it to be posted here on this page, please email Doug and I'll post it.

As it says in the flyer for Mom's "remembrance" get together on April 9, 2016 at Mount Miguel:

Loving wife
Devoted mother
Trusted and faithful friend
Tenderhearted protector of the marginalized.

Those who wish to honor Colette or Bill in a tangible way are encouraged to contribute financially to the renovation of the old "Azalea Lodge" at Mount Hermon which has been renamed: "Gwinn Lodge." The Mount Hermon Board of Directors chose this renaming and renovation project of this lodge because it was Dad's first major building project as executive director. Please contact Mount Hermon Christian Conference Center at 1-888-MH-CAMPS (1-888-642-2677) or 1-831-335-4466 and request to make a donation over the phone in honor of "Colette Gwinn" and direct the gift be used toward the renovation of "Gwinn Lodge in remembrance of Colette Gwinn." You can provide your credit or debit card number to the Mount Hermon staff person on the phone. Because of your gift, ask for your name and Colette's name to be included in the "Book of Remembrance" in the next issue of the Mount Hermon Log. Thank you so much!

* David Livingstone

"Lord, Why Not Tonight?" Faith to Move a Mountain

by Casey, Doug, and Jim Gwinn

   One of Bill Gwinn's great dreams after he arrived at Mount Hermon in 1957 was to see Mount Hermon Road closed so that 16,000 cars and trucks per day would not be barreling through the conference center, destroying the peace and tranquility. He traveled to the state capitol seeking support in 1958, advocated for a legal injunction against the sand and gravel trucks in 1959, and built a pedestrian Overpass in 1965 to provide safety and security for staff and visitors. Most of all, he challenged everyone to pray that God would close the road.

   Finally, in the winter of 1968, a series of major storms and slides began to close the road again and again, near the sand and gravel plant. One night, in the spring of 1969 as a heavy rain was falling, Bill prayed, "Lord, why not tonight?" That night, eight inches of rain fell on Mount Hermon. The next morning, Bill walked down to the slide area and the road was nowhere to be seen. A mountain of earth had buried the road.

   Bill said, "I was absolutely ecstatic ... there were trees, underbrush, telephone poles, chunks of asphalt and dirt everywhere. The pavement was fractured. In one area, the road had dropped two feet and in another had risen five feet. The solitude of an impassible and irreparable road was a testimony to God's desire that Mount Hermon would now be free of the noise and danger." Bill gave all the credit to God, "God did it His way!"

   Santa Cruz County ceased their aggressive and expensive maintenance efforts on the road and abandoned the "Mount Hermon slide." With the leadership of Bill Gwinn and assistance from the local congressman, a new and better road was built around Mount Hermon to serve the San Lorenzo Valley. 

   In 1976, holocaust survivor Corrie ten Boom was visiting Mount Hermon and Bill Gwinn gave her a tour. As Bill relates the story, "Corrie loved the flowers and she thought Ponderosa Lodge was impressive, yet she took only one photograph that day. As we walked over to the slide area, I told her the story of the road, the rain and what happened that night after praying for years and years. Corrie pulled out her camera and snapped a shot. 'Why are you taking a picture?' I asked."

   "Because God did it!"

   God's fingerprints are all over Mount Hermon. But one of the most visible of His prints is that road with the sign that says "Closed." The massive chunk of land that rose up and divided the pavement; the mountainside that slid down and covered it and the rains that washed it away — are definitive witness to the power of God to move mountains when our faith calls on His Holy Name. Broken pieces of asphalt can still be found as far as 300 yards below where the road once was. Go anywhere in Mount Hermon today (not just the slide area) and if you are tuned in to your Creator and look with the eyes of faith in Christ, you are bound to see the Hand of God yet at work and mountains still on the move. Could it be that since 1969, the voice of the Lord can more readily be heard on these sacred grounds? "If you leave God's paths and go astray, you will hear a Voice behind you say, 'No, this is the way; walk here.' "

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Dad contributed articles about Christian Camping to numerous magazines and also wrote a chapter on camping and another about leisure time/vacations for families in two Christian books. I have placed these books online and you may read what Bill Gwinn wrote. Some of it describes our personal experiences as a family which you might find enlightening!

From Youth Education in the Church (1978)

From Living and Growing Together (1976) 

Dad loved to dabble with poetry. He would fill up many 3 by 5 cards searching for words that would rhyme. Here is a sampling of his poetic genius.... This was written while he was Director at Mount Hermon.

"Honest to Self"

By William D. Gwinn

I wonder at times if I'm missing out
As I look at the world as they're swinging about
Lust has allurement when the spirit is weak
When the whole Christian outlook seems so very bleak.

Then Jesus speaks out and gives starch to my spine:
"Whatever arises, remember you're mine
Peace and enjoyment in a world at full speed
Is totally dependent on fulfillment of need.

"Look to the world with its luring attraction
Yield to its pull, but there's no satisfaction
Shame, guilt, and damage is all that you reap
The road of my Lordship is not nearly that steep.

"I call for obedience after cleansing from sin
You'll only be happy when to me you give in.
The lust of the moment brings pleasure for sure
But love is the route for the life that is pure."

To look at yourself and hold your head high
To really love God and to look in His eye
You'll need to ask God your self to control
For His Holy Spirit to rule body and soul.

The option is real; you can do as you please
For that's how God made us; He isn't a tease.
But to keep self-respect and to hear His "well-done"
You'll watch how you choose and obey His dear Son.

Permission to use "Honest to Self" in its entirety is granted if William D. Gwinn is cited as the author.

Dad had often spoken to the family about the day when he would be departing for heaven. He wanted us to be ready for it in every possible way. He left instructions as to his memorial service, many of the details of it, and it took place on May 12, 2009 just as he wanted, at Mount Hermon [see typed excerpts above]. After writing about that, he wrote the following which he intended as his "last words" to his dear family and loved ones.....

May my Homegoing be a witness to our special children and their spouses, and their children and others in our extended family and our friends through Lake Avenue Church, Mount Hermon, HCMA, Plymouth Church, Outdoor Resorts, Westmont College, Christian Camping International, Forest Home, Waioli Church (Kauai), First Baptist Church (Buena Vista, Co.), and the larger body of Christ. May all of you commit anew to the marvelous fact in a troubled world that God is still in charge! May you all pledge yourselves to knowing Christ and making Him known – without compromise – and totally surrendered to the authority of God’s Holy Word and the Lordship of Jesus Christ.

It's only fitting that we close this blog with his favorite benediction....

Now unto Him who is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or even imagine, according to His power that works within us, to Him be glory and honor in the Church and in Christ Jesus to all generations forever and ever, Amen. — Ephesians 3: 20-21

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