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Tuesday, January 17, 2023

In Memory of Rev. Rex Alfred Bullock

IN MEMORY OF

Rev. Rex Alfred Bullock

August 23, 1947 - January 12, 2023





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Rex's obituary

Rex Alfred Bullock was born to Foy and Doris Nell (Spears) Bullock in Jacksonville, Texas on August 23, 1947 and he passed to his heavenly reward January 12, 2023, in Tualatin, Oregon surrounded by family, singing over him “Jesus Lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly.”

In 1964, at the age of 16, Rex made a life altering decision to follow Jesus Christ while attending a camp meeting in Caldwell, Idaho. The following year he recorded his first album, “At the Altar” together with his parents. Music would continue to play a pivotal role in his journey. He would go on to record and produce numerous albums and minister to many congregations in song. While attending his senior year of high school Rex met the Great Love of his life, LaWanda Mae, whom he described in his own words as “the sweetest, most wonderful, and prettiest girl in the world.” He spent the better part of the next 2 years trying to impress her. Eventually, while driving his new blue hardtop Chevy Impala, with the wind blowing through a thick head of black hair, he succeeded. They began dating and were married the following summer on June 8, 1967, in Duncan Oklahoma.

In their first years of marriage Rex attended Augustana Lutheran College and worked full time, often during the night, as a broadcaster for Moody, both paying for his school, and supporting his growing family. Their oldest son, Jonathan Rex, was born in 1969 in Rock Island, Illinois. After graduating with his Bachelor of Arts in 1970, he and LaWanda relocated to Chattanooga Tennessee where he continued working as a broadcaster, and a school teacher. They welcomed their second child, a daughter, Sherilyn LaRose that same year.

He and his young family frequently toured the Holiness camp meeting circuit. They were passionate for communicating the Gospel of Jesus Christ and often shared both the singing and preaching responsibilities. They dedicated themselves to full time evangelism. Drawing on his background in radio broadcasting, Rex helped launch Dayspring Ministries (now Day Media) in 1977 to teach “God’s standard for holy living.” Originally conceived as a 30 minute radio variety show, it was aired on hundreds of stations and to thousands of people around the world. In 1980 he became father a 3rd and final time, to Mark “Brittian.”

During the days following his own father’s surprising death in 1983, Rex was filled with an impassioned urgency for the harvest and would spend the remainder of his life serving in ministry. For over 40 years he planted churches, pastored multi site congregations, worked with outreaches and missions, as well as leading various denominational efforts. Rex was a story teller, drawing on a lifetime of experiences from around the world.  He used vivid first person accounts to captivate the imaginations of his audiences, and rivet them to the transformational message that he preached.

Rex continued his own education and earned a Master’s Degree in Pastoral Ministries from Trinity College and Theological Seminary in conflict management. His deepening emphasis became mentoring younger generations of pastors and ministers, equipping them as they told the Story of the good news in relevant ways. Rex worked with leaders from the US, Haiti, India, China, the Philippians and across the continent of Africa. He continued to preach into the final months of his life. His commitment to God’s Purpose remained undiminished to the end, and "lived a life of no regrets, no reserves, and retreats." 

While Rex was beloved by so many, it was his immediate family who most often and most directly saw his generosity of heart. Rex fiercely cared for his children, their spouses, and grandchildren—proudly attending performances, games, graduations, and milestone moments. He could often be found in the stands, snacking on whatever LaWanda had packed for them, cheering loudly, and having close quarters conversations with whomever was sitting next to him. He modeled a practical kind of love, running to the grocery store countless times in one afternoon, delivering supplies, taking food to the sick, making surprise visits, and even baby sitting in a pinch. He challenged his family to strive for excellence, at the same time communicated how proud he was of them, and also supported them to cross the finish line. Even in his final hours, Rex continued to care take and dote on his family.

Rex leaves behind a legacy of Grace and Love. He is survived by his wife, LaWanda (Gordon) Bullock of Tualatin, OR, and his children, Jonathan (Tyrome) Bullock of Portland, OR, Sherilyn (Allan) Lombos of Tualatin, OR, and “Brittian” (Kristi) Bullock, Ridgefield, WA. He also leaves behind 7 grandchildren; Paris, Gordon, Canon Rex, Ransom, Judah, Maxine, and Mercer Alfred. He is also mourned by his brother Knox, his sister Beth, and their families. He leaves behind close ties with nieces, nephews, in-laws, cousins and their children. He counted thousands as family and friends in Christ.

Friday, January 13, 2023

Rest in Peace - Rev. Rex Bullock Passed into Eternal Life, January 11, 2023. He Spent His Life Speaking about His Savior and Singing about His Lord Jesus Christ.

 

Rev. Rex Bullock, MHS 66, passed into eternal life on January 11, 2023. This is a photograph of one of their family reunions. 









Tuesday, January 10, 2023

A Flood of Memories

The Moline High School students did so much sand bagging against the 1965 Mississippi Flood that the city dedicated a plaque to us. The 1966 class willingly left their studies to fill and haul sandbags.

 

Believe it or not, I subscribed to the San Francisco Chronicle, even though we visited there only once. Now I am reading about how the city and the state are dealing with one violent storm after another. That was predicted, but weather predictions in Northwest Arkansas seldom pan out, perhaps due to our geography, the Ozarks pushing storms north or east of us.

Christina and I saw floods in Midland (Michigan), St. Louis and New Ulm, never threatening our Icha-bodes but impressive when so near. We thought Erin Joy would be frightened by flooding around the Midland hospital and inside. She was lit up by all the excitement, which made us laugh. She saw entertainment while everyone else was afraid of even more danger.

In early January, I am getting warnings from the gardening vendors I support. One just wrote that I better order some flowers or it would be too late! We are in the true South but not the Equator, as in Ecuador! I recall getting bare root roses in Springdale just as we entered a two-week sample of zero temperatures. I had to soak them in the kitchen in a large garbage pail (aka rain barrel). 

 
Disasters are marks in time, easy to remember the time and place. Moline built a monument for us high school students who sandbagged the 1965 flood. I helped guard and sandbag Melo Cream, but we did not merit a monument. There is a big difference between flood and food. Or I could say, between Do Not Enter! and Donuts - Enter! Yes, I helped keep the donut shop high and dry.

I was talking to a reader yesterday about current conditions in our country. We agreed that the best we could do is find peace in the Gospel of Jesus Christ and help our neighbors who are suffering from economic distress - costs way out of control. 

Roses always make people happy!