Dec 08 2008
Memorial: Rev. Paul Fairley
Memorial: Rev. Paul Fairley
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Memorial
Following an extended illness, Rev. Paul Fairley died on Saturday evening, December 6, surrounded by his friends and family members.
Paul was born and raised in Toronto, Canada. He was a graduate of the University of Toronto (B.A., Literary Studies, 1992) and Pacific School of Religion (M.Div., 2003).
Paul served on the staff of MCC churches since 1998, including MCC San Francisco and, most recently, as MCC Toronto’s director of worship and engagement. He served as MCC’s director of conference planning for MCC’s General Conference in Calgary.
Paul was a member of MCC’s 2006 delegation to the World Council of Churches’ General Assembly in Porto Alegre, Brazil.
Rev. Paul Fairley brought enthusiasm, passion and creativity to his ministry, and his work with MCC’s General Conferences reflected his commitment to excellence.
An online tribute to Paul’s life and ministry, including numerous photos, has been developed by Metropolitan Community Churches and will be unveiled today (December 8, 2008).
Information on funeral services is pending.
Reflections by Rev. Elder Jim Mitulski
Why is the measure of love loss?” is the opening line of Jeanette Wintersons novel “Written on the Body”
Since learning of Rev. Paul Fairley’s death a day ago, I have found myself struggling with a pervasive sense of loss.
Today, we know just how deeply we loved Paul by the depth of loss we are feeling.
Paul was a rare person: exceptionally intelligent, talented at any endeavor to which he was devoted, funny, fun, enormously creative, and possessing both a wicked sense of humor and a sharp tongue, the latter of which he could wield to build up or destroy. Brent Hawkes had introduced Paul to me as highly promising new staff hire, and I would discover that Paul was just as impressive over time as he had been on first meeting him .
While attending Orientation at Pacific School of Religion in Berkeley, California, where he had transferred to complete his seminary education, Paul and his fellow students were assigned to craft a worship service that reflected their having read a Bible passage and the New York Times newspaper from cover to cover. When I walked into the PSR Chapel and saw an open laptop computer on the altar flanked by two candlesticks, as if it were an open Bible, I knew it was a quick glance into his mind. It was a multi-layered: display: humorous, sarcastic, edgy, oddly attractive ˆ and deeply spiritual.
Over the years, I worked with him on several career moves: to Pacific School of Religion, to MCC San Francisco, to his service on the MCC denominational staff as director of conference planning, to his return to Toronto, and obtaining his dual clergy credentials in the United Church of Candia, a significant historic breakthrough for us.
Paul and I traveled together companionably to numerous MCC venues literally around the world, and I was experienced firsthand his fine mind and his deep spirituality. I met his family, his childhood friends, and his parents, who are as smart and as complicated as he is. To a person, they insist his charisma showed from an early age, along with his many talents.
A year ago, a large group of MCCers traveled to Toronto and conducted a healing service for him there. I believe that played a role in giving him an extra year ˆ an unexpected year of grace ˆ time to grow into a certain degree of acceptance about the course his illness was taking. I listened to him process the many losses of what was dear to him, and also witnessed the enormous love he evoked form those around him.
I watched as he released his dream of someday perhaps being the pastor of MCC Toronto. Rev. Dr. Brent Hawkes was his most significant male mentor, just as Brent had been for me when I started out in ministry 25 years ago. Four people besides me especially are mourning the loss of a beloved protégé right now: Brent Hawkes, Cindi Love, Kerry Lobel, and Penny Nixon. Many of our finest clergy, including Chris Dodd, Tessie Mandeville and Lea Brown, are feeling the loss of an esteemed peer. I mention this because he did not have a lover at the time he died, nor is he survived by children ˆ but he was and is revered deeply by many, many people.
I have been wondering why this is so hard. I knew he was going to die. Clearly his life and vocation would have unfolded continuously, so there is a sense of his dying well before his time. In this regard, it is reminiscent of the AIDS losses, though he did not have HIV/AIDS.
For me, this final piece is the hardest. Those of us involved in mentoring future leaders for our movement have noticed acutely that far fewer men have survived to take the place their gifts and talent merited, because they simply haven’t lived as long. Today I am sad, and, in almost greater measure, angry at this painful loss of potential. Here are some things Paul loved: liturgy, theology, his family and their distinguished non-conformist Communist heritage, his mentors, his pastor, UFMCC, MCC Toronto, MCC San Francisco, the people he worked with, especially Jennifer and Carlos, and he loved anything and everything gay. He loved being a liberal evangelical Christian. And he derived great comfort as he lay dying in the sure and certain hope of resurrection to eternal life that awaited him.
I saw Paul just a few weeks before he died.
As I prepared to say goodbye for the last time, he awoke from a deep sleep and tuned in to say farewell to me. I had been sitting by his bedside praying the rosary while he slept. I had wondered f we would have a truly lucid exchange again. He took me by the hand and said, “Look at me. I want you to hear this. I know you are uncomfortable expressing affection and I want you to hear this from me. I love you, I have always loved you and my life was different because of you.” And then he repeated it so I would be sure to understand him.
Then he said, ” I am going ahead to heaven and it’s your job to meet me there” and then he imitated my distinctive method of holding a steering wheel while driving. He comforted me and teased me simultaneously. And then we said good-bye. This memory of that experience has been a source of comfort to me in the days since.
I am so glad we got to say good-bye. But I am still sad. And I am still angry. I know I will see Paul again .
I have found comfort in these words by Edna St. Vincent Millay, and I hope you will, too:
Dirge without Music
Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, — but the best is lost.
The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned..
A Reflection by Rev. Dr. Cindi Love
Rev. Paul Fairley was my friend and partner in ministry at the very beginning of my tenure as MCC’s Executive Director.
When we lost our General Conference director in early 2005, Paul stepped in to help us. He commuted from San Francisco to Los Angeles and built an extraordinary team full of young people and energy and passion.
I will always cherish the unplanned moments of my friendship with Paul…he was a night owl and I was an early bird so we would gather at the end of his schedule and the beginning of mine and I believe some of our best work happened in those moments.
It was in one of those moments that we brainstormed the new theme for MCC that became “Tearing Down Walls. Building Up Hope.” He then created the imagery for the first fund raiser that we did for Eastern Europe with that theme.
Paul was tireless in his ministry. He invoked the radical love and mystery of Jesus in ways that stirred my faith deeply. If you were at MCC’s General Conference in Calgary and had the privilege of that experience, then you also knew Paul even if you did not meet him, because the Conference was such a pure expression of his brilliance and commitment to our movement and ministry.
I loved him and I will miss him in this life and count on him amongst the angels who are in care of us.
A Reflection by Rev. Jim Birkitt
Paul Fairley and I served together as members of MCC’s denominational staff, but it was as members of MCC’s 2006 delegation to the World Council of Churches’ Assembly in Brazil that we really got to know each other. He brought such passion to his work, and he leavened it with a great sense of humor.
It was during our time in Brazil that I learned Paul was never content with the what of a situation ˆ he also wanted the why. I don’t think I had ever encountered so many why questions as I did from Paul on that trip to Brazil. “Why did you write that?” “Why do you believe that?” “Why did you say it that way?” “Why did you do that?” One night, almost in exasperation, I said to him, “I’ve got a question for you: Why do you ask why so much?”
I don’t know if the following story ever has been fully told, but it’s appropriate to remember that Paul Fairley was instrumental in birthing MCC’s tag line of “Tearing down walls. Building up hope.”
MCC’s motto was born on the afternoon of March 21, 2006.
The MCC Board of Elders and the Board of Administration were meeting in downtown Los Angeles, and the denominational staff was scheduled to join them that afternoon.
I arrived early and went to the staff work room, a hotel conference room filled with boxes and Xeroxed papers and materials for the week’s meetings. And there was Paul, sitting at a folding table on the right side of the room, his eyes focused intently on his laptop screen.
In fact, Paul was so focused on whatever was on his computer screen, I don’t think he even said hi. When he finally did look up, he simply said, “Come here.” I walked over and sat beside him, and was instantly intrigued by the images on his computer.
This is what I saw: Paul had created a dark gray wall ˆ the walls were thick and solid; they looked impenetrable. But in the center of the wall was a gaping open space, as though someone had torn down part of the wall. And through the hole in the wall you could see a single vibrant tree filled with green foliage; it was full of life and health, and it was standing stark against a bright blue sky. Through the hole in the wall, and to the left of the tree were the words, “Tearing down walls.”
“What do you think?” Paul asked me.
“Well…what is it supposed to be?” I responded. I wasn’t sure what I was looking at.
“It’s going to be a postcard. We’ll use it to promote the 2006 Easter Offering for Eastern Europe. Cindi and I brainstormed and came up with the line, “Tearing down walls,” and I’ve just created these images to go with it,” Paul said. “But something doesn’t feel quite right. I think something is missing. What do you think?”
He had taken the concepts he had brainstormed with Cindi and created powerful imagery to convey those ideas.
I studied the images for a while. “It’s not the images; it’s the text. It’s missing balance in the text,” I said.
“Why do you say that?” (There was that why question again.)
“I think the tag line is only half a tag line. That’s only half of what MCC does.”
“In what way?” he asked.
I was trying to find the words for what I was feeling. “I think tearing down walls is only half of what MCC does. We tear down walls of oppression, fear, prejudice, and ignorance. But there are other things we do, as well.”
Paul was adjusting the images on the screen. “Keep going,” he said. “You’re the writer.”
“We need something that’s a counterbalance to ‘tearing down.’” I was struggling for the words and finally started testing some lines out loud. “Well, we lift up people. We hold up a true image of God for people to see. We raise up faith. We build up hope. We…”
“Hold it,” Paul said. Beneath the words “Tearing down walls” I watched as he typed the words “Building up hope.” He stared at the images and words for a minute or so, then hit the print button. “That’s it.”
So MCC’s tag line, “Tearing down walls. Building up hope,” was born on the afternoon of March 21, 2006, in a hotel conference room in downtown Los Angeles. And in the birthing of MCC’s motto, Rev. Paul Fairley served as both parent and midwife.
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It is with sadness that I received this news. When I first attended MCC Toronto in November 2000, Paul was there to greet me. He made me feel right at home there. There are few people with his mix of abilities and to lose him at such a young age seems so sad but we know he is in God’s will.
I did not know Paul well, but I feel his loss intensely today. He was loved well by many in MCC and we are a better and deeper movement because of his gifts. Rest in perpetual light and peace, Paul.
I met Paul during the summer of 2002 while we were attending the MCC Intensives (aka boot camp for future clergy). We had so much fun during that week! Paul was young and handsome, full of energy and life, smart, funny, and committed to the gospel of inclusive love. Throughout the years, we stayed in contact and kept each other in thoughts and prayers as we sporadically shared with each other our individual paths.
Today, as I remember Paul’s life, it comes to my mind a special exhibition of paintings by Joseph Mallord William Turner I saw a few months ago. This particular display of Turner’s art showed how strongly he was drawn to the powerful seas, war, and maritime catastrophes. Too much death for my taste, I have to say.
However, there was one painting that struck me as beautiful, Death on a Pale Horse. I have seen other paintings that depict this apocalyptic vision of the horse rider and in most of them the riders appear very much alive, even if in skeletal form. However for Turner Death is dead, its image fading as it falls from the horse.
Illness, pain, suffering, and death touch us but I want to believe that they don’t have the last word. God has the last word; and God’s word is Life. “Where, O death, is your victory. Where, O death, is your sting?” I Corinthians 15:55
God has said Yes to Paul’s life and brought him into Life Eternal.
Goodbye Paul. I will see on the other shore.
I also met Paul Fairley during our MCC Intensives in 2002. As soon as I met Paul I made a mental note, “I’ve got to get to know him.” What an amazing experience that turned out to be. He was a bright light that shown on all of us. His edgy theology was attractive to me, and more than that it was that spark in his eyes. We went to City of Refuge during that Intensives and Paul wanted to respond to the altar call and had never been to one. He was sitting beside me and having been forward for MANY altar calls, I offered to go with him. From that day on he told me and others I had “taken his altar call virginity.”
I was so proud of Paul and the way his light spread through our denomination. Even when I saw him last, at the Memorial Service for Rev. Elder Jeri Ann Harvey in Toronto, he was amazing. I will always be thankful for the moments I shared with him there. When I wrote to him last week, just a brief line of encouragement I felt like it had to say exactly the right thing, and I had no idea it would be the last time I wrote to him.
I have been blessed by the life and witness of Rev. Paul Fairley. I am extremely grateful for that blessing. I pray that he rests peacefully now in the arms of Jesus. I pray that Paul will be among the host that comes to escort me over when my time comes. Thank you, God, for the blessing that we have experienced in the life of Rev. Paul Fairley.
Hi – I did not know Rev. Paul Fairley well, but did see how much of a resource he was. My best wishes to his family and friends.
Dave Dishman
MCC Portland, OR
Region 1
I first met Paul at our intensive in 2002 in California. We were the first two students to arrive, and after we introduced ourselves – his first remark to me was “Your country has horrible health care doesn’t it?” To me that was Paul – always challenging us to think harder and deeper – with a fantastic sense of humor that put everything in persepective. My other favorite quote from him was at one of our intensive classes, when the teachers were asking us to consider global issues. The question was asked “What do you think of when you see the rainbow flag?” Paul immediately answered, “You’re about to be overcharged.”
I will miss his humor, his wonderful smile, and his genuine passion for goodness.
As I read these tributes and watch the slide presentation about Paul, the tears flow freely. He was a blessing in the lives of so many and so easily moved through various groups as if grace were a breeze and he the bearer of that breeze.
I knew Paul as a staff clergy person at MCCSF during the last couple years he was there. I got to work with him on all-church retreats and in worship and I loved his smile and laugh. People, including me, were drawn to Paul because he was so easy to be with. He could bounce back and forth between reverence and irreverence so easily and do it in a manner that just left you shaking your head.
I didn’t attend the global conference in Calgary that Paul was so instrumental in planning, but did see him a few times after that. He was not diminished by his illness, but it seemed became even more intensely focused. His passion became more pronounced if that was even possible, and he was the source of such a generous outpouring of love and care.
I will miss him and I celebrate with him now that he is home. Thank you Paul. My love and prayers to his family and many, many friends – especially those who worked closely with him and knew him well. I am sorry for your loss and ours.
I was deeply shocked when I read of the death of Rev Paul Fairley.
He was a great guy, I met Paul in 2005 in San Francisco, he was one of our mentors and tutors during my time at the PSR 2005 during the Intensive that year, he cared, he nurtured, I also had many more time to share with him at subsequent MCC General conferences.
At MCCSF, I learnt and loved how he celebrated and consecrated communion, his sense of humour was so good, I enjoyed his character and his talent in ministry, I took many of his fun methods and applied them in mission in Nigeria, you brought ease to mission and I am grateful, thankful to God for your life.
I know that he may not be with us in body, but he certainly has gone to continue his angelic mission, looking down on the living saints.
Matthew 22:30″ For in the resurrection they neither marry nor are given in marriage, but are like angels* in heaven.”
Dear Rev Paul, you will always be in my thoughts and never forgotten, peace be with you.
Paul and I met in the Fall of ‘96 – when I attended a Men’s Coming Out Group at MCC Toronto. If memory serves, he along with a few other MCCT members had put the group together. At one of the meetings, Paul brought his father in to speak with the group. It was then that I began to see the extent of Paul’s generosity – by sharing his Dad with us, he was sharing the possibility of loving acceptance for each of us in the group as we began our coming out journeys.
I was fresh from the Pentecostal Bible College I had been attending, and was coming to terms with what I thought was the end of my time in ministry. And I was struggling to find a place at MCC Toronto – the morning worship felt foreign to me, and I didn’t have the instance sense of ‘community’ I’d had in my old church.
Paul encouraged me to check out the MCCT Sunday evening service, as he sensed it would be closer to what I was used to. He was right – and it wasn’t long before I was leading the music there. Together we worked earnestly to make the most of the resources we had – and we had a lot of fun with our motley crew of volunteers. And it was at Paul’s prompting that I applied for the position of Rev. Brent Hawkes’ assistant – a move that made us colleagues from April 2000 until he left for San Francisco to continue his studies.
I owe Paul a debt of gratitude for helping me re-connect with something I thought I had to let go of – a community of faith where I could be an active participant – and where I could feel at home. When I’d concluded that I would never be able to be of service in a local church, Paul showed me how I could.
It was sometimes difficult to work in the shadow of Paul’s brilliance. And the evidence of his brilliance was everywhere. In the processes he put in place, in the way he crafted a worship service, in the way he dreamed up a new format for the website or newsletter – he strove for excellence, and achieved it. While Paul’s quick wit and sharp tongue sometimes got him in trouble – it also made him irresistible to be around. We were certainly never bored.
I moved away from Toronto around the same time as he’d returned from San Francisco, so while we didn’t have much contact in the years since his return, I do recall a quick meeting with him in the doorway of Brent Hawkes’s office when he’d returned to work at MCC Toronto. He was sharing with me – tongue firmly planted in cheek – about how he was going to write a book about being a minister-on-staff, reporting to a Senior Pastor. I’ll leave the title of the book for Brent to share – he loves telling the story – but suffice it to say that it was hilarious and clever. Those are the two of the traits I’ll remember most fondly as I remember Paul.
I’m thankful to have known him.
I briefly met Paul at the Conference in Calgary after I was interviewed and approved for ordination; and I thought to myself, who is this young priest who seemed to have it all together, working feverishly on the conference, and despite difficulties seemed to always smile and take the time to spend with others, and pull off my most memorable conference. I thought to myself, I would like to be that “together” as a minister in the Fellowship someday.
My good thoughts go out to those of you who called Paul their close friend; if he made such an impression on me, a stranger, I am sure that he had a transformative effect beyond comprehension on you.
As I read Jim Mitulski’s tribute, I wept, because I, like Rev. Edgard and Jim, first met Paul at 2002 Ministry Intensive in Berkeley. There were many stars in that group, but none shone more brightly than Paul.
I was still trying to be sure that MCC was my permanent home where I would serve. Two people at Intensive told me I was in the right place. Jim Mitulski, as a veteran of our movement, showed me that the Moses generation of leadership was more than Troy.
Paul Fairley became for me a Joshua, perhaps in my mind’s eye, our true Joshua. Everything could happen with Paul. He was the new age of MCC.
Now he is gone. But he did his work, at least with me. His wit, rapier intelligence, passion, ability to shake things up, his gospel conviction, sense of style–all of that and more–showed me the way of ministry. I am many years his senior, and we had about the same amount of time in ordained ministry, but I always thought of him as a mentor. He showed me the way. Many times, as I struggled in my first years in Richmond, I would say, “What would Paul do?” When I did that, I at least made it look good (and he was not responsible for any of my many failings!).
I was in the small group of 4-5 (and our group was all male) at Intensive that were assigned together for the duration. We were the platoon, with Rev. Neil Thomas as our Sergeant. We lost one early on, but the rest of us stuck it out. And had a lot of fun thanks to Paul.
And that worship service, with Bible and the newspaper and the laptop, that Jim mentions? Well, Paul worked all of us like fine instruments to produce that experience. I always remember that when I try to do something exciting or interesting in worship. He made us all feel like it was our idea, although I have often thought he probably came there with the idea!
A comrade is gone, but never forgotten.
Paul, I promise to sparkle more, sharpen my wit, preach with less fear, say a few outrageous things before breakfast, upset someone’s idea of what must be at least once each week, and just generally tear down some walls and raise up some hope.
Thanks, dear one, for the gifts, for the lessons. And I look forward to seeing you again (and oh yes, stop by any time).
Robin
Our dear, dear sweet Paul. My fellow Canadian, friend, pastor, humourist, and muse, and most deeply, my brother in Christ. We studied together, dined together, worshiped together and yes, we chased men together! Paul was forever cocked and loaded with a smile and hug. Most, it is your smile I will always remember.
Paul held me in times that seemed to be the nadir of my spiritual journey. He repeatedly refused darkness and chose light. He was intransigent in his faith and at the strangest of times this man of God would perform an extemporaneous liturgy which could leave you in tears of sorrow or laughter. I am a better man for having had him in my life. His untimely transition, in the height of his youth is wrong in so many ways. Paul would have told me to quit complaining and too, told me that I should well know that God was in this, his cancer.
So to you my friend, I lift up a prayer and smile, you frequently reminded me to do both, and now I will hold these gifts in memory of you. I feel your presence, and I am blessed and better man for having spent time with you. Soon my brother, the diaphanous veil of your transition only clouds our vision of love, yet faith turns it transparent – those that know you, know how to hold faith.
Let your smile guide the rest us into Christ’s unfailing love. Our hearts can hear you into eternity.
I will never forget Paul Fairley. I met Paul so long ago. It was a profound and challenging time for the leadership of the then UFMCC Northeast and Eastern Canadian Districts. We could only dream of our future relative to coming together, becoming stronger, and living out the possibility of becoming a viable, sustainable, and thriving leadership team for our churches. Paul not only made space for me to stay in home in Toronto, he made himself available from the beginning of our friendship to be a pillar of support for whatever the need. His sense of humor was the most sustaining joy for me. It was only the root of his passion and resolve. Through the years, Paul never let me forget to rise above it all. He helped makes dreams happen through his passion and play. Paul you will never be forgotten.
It has taken me quite a while to really come to terms with Paul’s death. His life, while far too short was so full and his energy, organizational skills, humour, grace and naughtiness will be so greatly missed by so many of us who considered him a friend and a colleague.
Paul is a gem and his theological contributions will live on after him in so many of us.
I believe in a cloud of witness who journey with us in this earthly plain, eagerly anticipating us to do things wilder, crazier and edgier than have ever been done before. Paul was accompanied by that cloud of witness while he walked this earth and his life and ministry demonstrated that so often. Today, he joins that cloud and is urging us, MCC to do things wilder, crazier and edgier as we experience the presence of Christ in our movement and in our individual ministries.
Thank you Paul for everything and save a seat for me, close by, so that when it is my time I will get to see you again, my friend.
Peace, Salem, Shalom, Namaste – see you again,
My thought and prayers are with Paul family and friend. I never met Paul but I know I will in heavenly gate above. I have been going to MCC since Jan 2008 and became a member of Resurrection MCC in July 2008
God Bless You Always
Blessings, Ana
PAUL was a V.I.P.
I had the opportunity to work with Paul at the Fellowship Offices in West Hollywood back in 2005. A real class act for sure. The Calgary conference was fabulous that year and it had traces of Paul all over it albeit extremely expensive.
I was answering the phones back then and received a call from the Anatole Hotel in Dallas. The man on the other end said they had a V.I.P. coming and wanted to reach him to find out if there were any special foods or services he required. I said “Oh really who is it?” he said “Paul Fairley”. Well I nearly wet my pants belly-laughing so hard and then I said “he’s not a V.I.P. that’s just Pauley.”
That call stuck with me all these years, he must have told them he was a V.I.P. or then again, being the Conference Director they just wanted to schmooze him. I don’t think I ever told Paul about that call.
When he was near his transition recently I got terribly upset because it’s always the nice, good-looking, young ones that die. When all of the love and tender tributes began to pour out and I cried more and more.
It dawned on me one day that Paul was indeed a V.I.P. Valued, Intuitive, Paul.
There is a part of me that is pretending that Paul is still in San Fransisco somewhere, and one Sunday I will walk into MCCT and he will be there telling a group a people about his exploits at the MCC Mecca. It just does not seem possible that he is really gone, but I guess there is much of Paul at MCCT that there will always be a little bit of him at the church.
Whenever I feel the tears start to prickle on the back of my eyes, a memory pops up and I start to laugh. I met Paul when I was a part of the informal Worship team at the MCCT evening service. Every week there would be something, and inveriably we would be sitting in a pew stifleing a fit of giggles. Maybe we just had the same way of thinking about certain things, but if I found something funny I could just give him a look and a know he had the exact same thought, and the giggles would start again.
Paul was one of the reasons that I eventually chose MCCT as my church home, he was an example that you can take your faith very seriously, without having to be serious all the time.
I miss Paul.
While I did not have the pleasure of knowing Paul very well, I retain an indelible memory of his winning smile, sharp mind, unfailing sense of humor and great warmth. I am very saddened to learn of his passing and send my heartfelt sympathies to his loved ones.
We feel a sense of loss for the greater community of MCC and grieve for the loss of Paul’s to his loved ones.
We send prayers, thoughts and big hugs to all… we will be praying and thinking of you in this time of loss
from the MCC Sydney CRAVE team and MCC Sydney as a whole.
Hello all,
You can view Paul’s memorial service from the MCC Toronto website. The direct link is: http://www.mcctoronto.com/video/video/Paul_Fairley.htm
-Carlos Chavez
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