I need to write about my cousin Joyce who passed away last Friday at age 79. I have only three cousins on my dad’s side, all in the same family, and Joyce is the middle one, born two months after me.
Joyce Moran with her husband Charles, who passed on January 11 of this year.
Joyce’s mother, Grace, was my dad’s sister, who came to the Lord in her early 20s. (My dad wasn’t saved until his early 40s.) Grace’s husband, my Uncle Sam, lived to be 99 and was sending out inspirational emails until about three weeks before his homegoing.
Uncle Sam taught my cousins music. Joyce and her older sister Carol were excellent singers and pianists. Cousin Dennis sings and plays guitar. I like to say, “Any song, any key, any part.” They could start a song, realize another key would be better, transpose to that key, and then switch their singing parts around until everyone was in their right range. It was amazing. They came from the Pentecostal tradition with upbeat music that was just fun to listen to (and to play when they let me sit in!).
Joyce had a hard life. They added on to her parents’ house in Pampa, Texas, and Joyce took care of them in their later years. Uncle Sam passed in 2013; Aunt Grace, a few years before. At some point, Charles developed MS. I last saw Joyce and Charles when I came down for Uncle Sam’s memorial service in 2013. Charles was bedridden at the time, and didn’t pass until earlier this year. (Do the math!) Meanwhile, Joyce developed brain bleed, for which she had at least two surgeries. She wasn’t receiving visitors when I wanted to see her in 2023. (I see cousin Carol whenever I travel through Amarillo. Dennis moved to Amarillo from Forth Worth a few years ago, and I just spent time with both of them in early May. Always a blessing.)
Back to Joyce, here’s an excerpt from her obituary:
[Joyce and Charles] pastored the Foursquare Church in Pampa until 1977. For the next 25 years, together they pastored several churches which included Wichita Falls for 9 years during the 80s. Joyce was an ordained minister as well, and they were a great team together serving the Lord. Eventually they had the opportunity to serve at Life Pacific University in San Dimas, California where Joyce worked in the admission department and attended as a part time student for several years before they returned to Pampa.
…Joyce loved Jesus more than anything and devoted her life to ministry, singing with her parents, siblings, Charles and her daughters. Joyce spent her quiet time with the Lord at the piano worshiping and writing songs. Joyce was also passionate about the prolife movement. She along with other women across the nation traveled to Washington during the Reagan administration to talk to senators about the right to life.
A full life, a musical life, a ministry life, a life well-lived. I love you, Cuz.
Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. (Proverbs 31.28 – 30, NIV)
PS I’m not able to attend Joyce’s funeral, which is at 2:00p, tomorrow (Thursday, June 11). I’m playing a piano/organ concert with my friend Mike Guyote at noon at Immanuel Lutheran Church gym where the theater organ is. (It’s free for any local folks who want to come.)







