Today brings mixed emotions. One of my heroes left this earth to join the Angels and saints in heaven. Tina’s grandma, Liz Robinson, passed away at 11:30 pm on Wednesday, April 29 at home in her sleep.
When you spend time with people like Liz, you find it more enjoyable to live life. I never heard a harsh comment, a cross word or even an as much as a grouse from this saint. I do not hesitate to say saint as she inspired me to make every day enjoyable and uplifting to the people around me. Her life was about one thing, making Jesus shine through everything about her.
Liz always wore a smile, and every time I greeted her with the silly Americanism, how are you doing? She invariably replied, great. She never complained about a thing. Even when she was not having a good day, she would say that she had nothing to complain about.
I guess that comes from the fact she lived her early childhood on the streets of LA with her mother and brother and as their single mother searched for enough work to feed the children. They moved to LA escaping the depression and looking for a brighter future. She always said God gave her so much after she had so little that in comparison what could she complain about. As a child, she was saved under the ministry of Aimee Semple McPherson at Angeles Temple. She served faithfully with her husband, Gary as pastors in Foursquare all her life. Her son followed his parents and pastored all of his life and her daughter is a strong woman of God. Her two adult grandchildren are licensed ministers. However, her legacy goes far beyond her family. Everyone she ever came in contact with was better off for it.
Liz lived through a change in our culture. She saw the Pentecostal movement take off, the depression turn into a baby boom, the baby boom turn into a protest generation that bred love and peace. What I think saddens me most about the culture shift she lived through was that she had to change her name. Her given name was Gay. The name had little difference in meaning from her daughter’s name, Joy. However in her adult life, she changed her name after seeing the look on people’s face when she introduced herself. She greeted people with a simple smile and said, I’m Gay. Soon she adjusted that greeting with her new name and said, hello, I’m Liz.
Liz had a gentle spirit, a grace that exuded when you were with her, a simple joy for life that was contagious, but most of all a sincere and deep faith in Jesus Christ that never wavered. She could tell stories of a lifetime of the miracles she saw God do in the churches Gary and she pastured, or the countries they visited on mission trips, or pretty much any context she found herself in. She will be missed in the present, loved in the future and always remembered for the remarkable life she lived. The world was a better place because of Liz Robinson.