Dear Lord,
I come to you to plead and offer my suffering for the soul of a brother or sister, united to me through our Lord God the Creator of us all. Although their sins may be grievous, their souls are precious and I pray to free them from the grasp of Satan, and beg for your mercey on their souls. For the love of you Dear Jesus, I offer my pain and suffering for the salvation of souls.
As I have sat at my computer over the past couple of weeks trying to figure out how I could pay adequate homage to my Dad, I decided the best way would be to let him tell his story. The prayer you see above was his prayer for the ministry he started…the Ministry of the Suffering Souls. He believed that everyone has suffering in their life whether it be physical, emotional or spiritual. He asked that people join him and offer their suffering in prayer so that a soul may be freed. His ministry has spread to over 150,000 people nationwide. It would be the greatest gift to him to join in his ministry and pray his prayer to offer salvation to a suffering soul.
Now, you might ask…..who was John W Connors…….Here are excerpts from a letter he left to all of us…..
"Hi Y'all___to quote my dear Mom.. "Please don't mourn me". I am writing this with total confidence in my dear Lord's mercy and know that I will be with Him when this is read. You all should be filled with joy to know that if a sinner like me can make it to heaven, anyone can. (Dad had a great sense of humor!) I know that physical loss can be very painful. I lived too many years without a hug from my dear daughter Bunny and more recently, my grandson Timmy. Believe me; I know the pain of physical absence. I also know words don't heal that type of pain. I would have done anything to have spared my dear wife and children from the pain of another loss. Unfortunately that is something God alone can do for you.
Everyone rejoice in my safe trip home. I had a fantastic life. I had love as a child, survived a war, found the love of my life, survived one cancer fight, got to raise 8 children and watched them grow from brats to successful, responsible, loving, God worshipping adults. I got to see the gift of grandchildren and feel their hugs and love. I flew in planes, sailed in ships, drove the highways north to south, and west to east. I ate with the finest and got entertained by the best.
And that's just the start. I got to play a real theatre organ and got to own a great electronic theatre organ. I had my little chance to play with wood and have my own woodworking shop. I felt the total frustration of trying to play golf. Oh how I loved that frustration! I just know I could have been great with another 25 years of playing. I saw the Celtics during their greatest days, the Patriots have the most incredible seasons in sports history and yes, the Red Sox did finally win the world series.
I felt love that few could only hope for. My Connie was my life, my love and my best friend. Every one of my kids gave me the only thing a Dad could hope for….love and respect. Much more than I probably deserved, but all of which I gloated on. You sure all made me proud! Mourn not. I really had a wonderful ride! As I write this, I am sad for the pain I know you all will have, but so excited for the gift God has given me. I want you to know I have devoted all my pain and suffering as a prayer for the conversion of sinners. Maybe that will be my greatest gift to each of you. Just maybe my offerings will be worthy to touch the heart of someone who other wise would have committed an evil act against one of you. That thought alone makes everything I have gone thru worth the little price I have paid.
Now, I ask you to remember me not as a saint…but as a sorrowful sinner who only because of a very merciful God, I have been spared. Tomorrow, laugh and I will be laughing with you. Pray and I will hear your prayers and pray with you. You show love and respect for me not by dressing in black and the tears you shed but by the bright colors you wear and in sharing my peaceful happy new life. I now walk with the saints and angels in a meadow of peace."
John W. Connors 76, of Haverhill and formerly of N. Andover, passed away on Jan. 12, 2008 from a 5 year battle with malignant melanoma. He was the beloved husband for 54 years to Connie (Shannon) Connors of Haverhill, loving father of 8 children He left behind 3 sons, Richard T. of Haverhill, John W. and his wife Jeannine of Kingston, NH, and Robert M. and his wife Kelly of Haverhill, and 4 daughters,Patricia Roberts and her husband Vincent "Tim" of N. Andover, Debra Garvey and her husband Mark, Marylou Connors and Joanne Connors all of Haverhill, cherished grandfather of 9. He was predeceased by his daughter Bunny Connors and his grandson,Timothy Roberts
I come to you to plead and offer my suffering for the soul of a brother or sister, united to me through our Lord God the Creator of us all. Although their sins may be grievous, their souls are precious and I pray to free them from the grasp of Satan, and beg for your mercey on their souls. For the love of you Dear Jesus, I offer my pain and suffering for the salvation of souls.
As I have sat at my computer over the past couple of weeks trying to figure out how I could pay adequate homage to my Dad, I decided the best way would be to let him tell his story. The prayer you see above was his prayer for the ministry he started…the Ministry of the Suffering Souls. He believed that everyone has suffering in their life whether it be physical, emotional or spiritual. He asked that people join him and offer their suffering in prayer so that a soul may be freed. His ministry has spread to over 150,000 people nationwide. It would be the greatest gift to him to join in his ministry and pray his prayer to offer salvation to a suffering soul.
Now, you might ask…..who was John W Connors…….Here are excerpts from a letter he left to all of us…..
"Hi Y'all___to quote my dear Mom.. "Please don't mourn me". I am writing this with total confidence in my dear Lord's mercy and know that I will be with Him when this is read. You all should be filled with joy to know that if a sinner like me can make it to heaven, anyone can. (Dad had a great sense of humor!) I know that physical loss can be very painful. I lived too many years without a hug from my dear daughter Bunny and more recently, my grandson Timmy. Believe me; I know the pain of physical absence. I also know words don't heal that type of pain. I would have done anything to have spared my dear wife and children from the pain of another loss. Unfortunately that is something God alone can do for you.
Everyone rejoice in my safe trip home. I had a fantastic life. I had love as a child, survived a war, found the love of my life, survived one cancer fight, got to raise 8 children and watched them grow from brats to successful, responsible, loving, God worshipping adults. I got to see the gift of grandchildren and feel their hugs and love. I flew in planes, sailed in ships, drove the highways north to south, and west to east. I ate with the finest and got entertained by the best.
And that's just the start. I got to play a real theatre organ and got to own a great electronic theatre organ. I had my little chance to play with wood and have my own woodworking shop. I felt the total frustration of trying to play golf. Oh how I loved that frustration! I just know I could have been great with another 25 years of playing. I saw the Celtics during their greatest days, the Patriots have the most incredible seasons in sports history and yes, the Red Sox did finally win the world series.
I felt love that few could only hope for. My Connie was my life, my love and my best friend. Every one of my kids gave me the only thing a Dad could hope for….love and respect. Much more than I probably deserved, but all of which I gloated on. You sure all made me proud! Mourn not. I really had a wonderful ride! As I write this, I am sad for the pain I know you all will have, but so excited for the gift God has given me. I want you to know I have devoted all my pain and suffering as a prayer for the conversion of sinners. Maybe that will be my greatest gift to each of you. Just maybe my offerings will be worthy to touch the heart of someone who other wise would have committed an evil act against one of you. That thought alone makes everything I have gone thru worth the little price I have paid.
Now, I ask you to remember me not as a saint…but as a sorrowful sinner who only because of a very merciful God, I have been spared. Tomorrow, laugh and I will be laughing with you. Pray and I will hear your prayers and pray with you. You show love and respect for me not by dressing in black and the tears you shed but by the bright colors you wear and in sharing my peaceful happy new life. I now walk with the saints and angels in a meadow of peace."
John W. Connors 76, of Haverhill and formerly of N. Andover, passed away on Jan. 12, 2008 from a 5 year battle with malignant melanoma. He was the beloved husband for 54 years to Connie (Shannon) Connors of Haverhill, loving father of 8 children He left behind 3 sons, Richard T. of Haverhill, John W. and his wife Jeannine of Kingston, NH, and Robert M. and his wife Kelly of Haverhill, and 4 daughters,Patricia Roberts and her husband Vincent "Tim" of N. Andover, Debra Garvey and her husband Mark, Marylou Connors and Joanne Connors all of Haverhill, cherished grandfather of 9. He was predeceased by his daughter Bunny Connors and his grandson,Timothy Roberts
Dear Lord,
I come to you to plead and offer my suffering for the soul of a brother or sister, united to me through our Lord God the Creator of us all. Although their sins may be grievous, their souls are precious and I pray to free them from the grasp of Satan, and beg for your mercey on their souls. For the love of you Dear Jesus, I offer my pain and suffering for the salvation of souls.
As I have sat at my computer over the past couple of weeks trying to figure out how I could pay adequate homage to my Dad, I decided the best way would be to let him tell his story. The prayer you see above was his prayer for the ministry he started…the Ministry of the Suffering Souls. He believed that everyone has suffering in their life whether it be physical, emotional or spiritual. He asked that people join him and offer their suffering in prayer so that a soul may be freed. His ministry has spread to over 150,000 people nationwide. It would be the greatest gift to him to join in his ministry and pray his prayer to offer salvation to a suffering soul.
Now, you might ask…..who was John W Connors…….Here are excerpts from a letter he left to all of us…..
"Hi Y'all___to quote my dear Mom.. "Please don't mourn me". I am writing this with total confidence in my dear Lord's mercy and know that I will be with Him when this is read. You all should be filled with joy to know that if a sinner like me can make it to heaven, anyone can. (Dad had a great sense of humor!) I know that physical loss can be very painful. I lived too many years without a hug from my dear daughter Bunny and more recently, my grandson Timmy. Believe me; I know the pain of physical absence. I also know words don't heal that type of pain. I would have done anything to have spared my dear wife and children from the pain of another loss. Unfortunately that is something God alone can do for you.
Everyone rejoice in my safe trip home. I had a fantastic life. I had love as a child, survived a war, found the love of my life, survived one cancer fight, got to raise 8 children and watched them grow from brats to successful, responsible, loving, God worshipping adults. I got to see the gift of grandchildren and feel their hugs and love. I flew in planes, sailed in ships, drove the highways north to south, and west to east. I ate with the finest and got entertained by the best.
And that's just the start. I got to play a real theatre organ and got to own a great electronic theatre organ. I had my little chance to play with wood and have my own woodworking shop. I felt the total frustration of trying to play golf. Oh how I loved that frustration! I just know I could have been great with another 25 years of playing. I saw the Celtics during their greatest days, the Patriots have the most incredible seasons in sports history and yes, the Red Sox did finally win the world series.
I felt love that few could only hope for. My Connie was my life, my love and my best friend. Every one of my kids gave me the only thing a Dad could hope for….love and respect. Much more than I probably deserved, but all of which I gloated on. You sure all made me proud! Mourn not. I really had a wonderful ride! As I write this, I am sad for the pain I know you all will have, but so excited for the gift God has given me. I want you to know I have devoted all my pain and suffering as a prayer for the conversion of sinners. Maybe that will be my greatest gift to each of you. Just maybe my offerings will be worthy to touch the heart of someone who other wise would have committed an evil act against one of you. That thought alone makes everything I have gone thru worth the little price I have paid.
Now, I ask you to remember me not as a saint…but as a sorrowful sinner who only because of a very merciful God, I have been spared. Tomorrow, laugh and I will be laughing with you. Pray and I will hear your prayers and pray with you. You show love and respect for me not by dressing in black and the tears you shed but by the bright colors you wear and in sharing my peaceful happy new life. I now walk with the saints and angels in a meadow of peace."
John W. Connors 76, of Haverhill and formerly of N. Andover, passed away on Jan. 12, 2008 from a 5 year battle with malignant melanoma. He was the beloved husband for 54 years to Connie (Shannon) Connors of Haverhill, loving father of 8 children He left behind 3 sons, Richard T. of Haverhill, John W. and his wife Jeannine of Kingston, NH, and Robert M. and his wife Kelly of Haverhill, and 4 daughters,Patricia Roberts and her husband Vincent "Tim" of N. Andover, Debra Garvey and her husband Mark, Marylou Connors and Joanne Connors all of Haverhill, cherished grandfather of 9. He was predeceased by his daughter Bunny Connors and his grandson,Timothy Roberts
I come to you to plead and offer my suffering for the soul of a brother or sister, united to me through our Lord God the Creator of us all. Although their sins may be grievous, their souls are precious and I pray to free them from the grasp of Satan, and beg for your mercey on their souls. For the love of you Dear Jesus, I offer my pain and suffering for the salvation of souls.
As I have sat at my computer over the past couple of weeks trying to figure out how I could pay adequate homage to my Dad, I decided the best way would be to let him tell his story. The prayer you see above was his prayer for the ministry he started…the Ministry of the Suffering Souls. He believed that everyone has suffering in their life whether it be physical, emotional or spiritual. He asked that people join him and offer their suffering in prayer so that a soul may be freed. His ministry has spread to over 150,000 people nationwide. It would be the greatest gift to him to join in his ministry and pray his prayer to offer salvation to a suffering soul.
Now, you might ask…..who was John W Connors…….Here are excerpts from a letter he left to all of us…..
"Hi Y'all___to quote my dear Mom.. "Please don't mourn me". I am writing this with total confidence in my dear Lord's mercy and know that I will be with Him when this is read. You all should be filled with joy to know that if a sinner like me can make it to heaven, anyone can. (Dad had a great sense of humor!) I know that physical loss can be very painful. I lived too many years without a hug from my dear daughter Bunny and more recently, my grandson Timmy. Believe me; I know the pain of physical absence. I also know words don't heal that type of pain. I would have done anything to have spared my dear wife and children from the pain of another loss. Unfortunately that is something God alone can do for you.
Everyone rejoice in my safe trip home. I had a fantastic life. I had love as a child, survived a war, found the love of my life, survived one cancer fight, got to raise 8 children and watched them grow from brats to successful, responsible, loving, God worshipping adults. I got to see the gift of grandchildren and feel their hugs and love. I flew in planes, sailed in ships, drove the highways north to south, and west to east. I ate with the finest and got entertained by the best.
And that's just the start. I got to play a real theatre organ and got to own a great electronic theatre organ. I had my little chance to play with wood and have my own woodworking shop. I felt the total frustration of trying to play golf. Oh how I loved that frustration! I just know I could have been great with another 25 years of playing. I saw the Celtics during their greatest days, the Patriots have the most incredible seasons in sports history and yes, the Red Sox did finally win the world series.
I felt love that few could only hope for. My Connie was my life, my love and my best friend. Every one of my kids gave me the only thing a Dad could hope for….love and respect. Much more than I probably deserved, but all of which I gloated on. You sure all made me proud! Mourn not. I really had a wonderful ride! As I write this, I am sad for the pain I know you all will have, but so excited for the gift God has given me. I want you to know I have devoted all my pain and suffering as a prayer for the conversion of sinners. Maybe that will be my greatest gift to each of you. Just maybe my offerings will be worthy to touch the heart of someone who other wise would have committed an evil act against one of you. That thought alone makes everything I have gone thru worth the little price I have paid.
Now, I ask you to remember me not as a saint…but as a sorrowful sinner who only because of a very merciful God, I have been spared. Tomorrow, laugh and I will be laughing with you. Pray and I will hear your prayers and pray with you. You show love and respect for me not by dressing in black and the tears you shed but by the bright colors you wear and in sharing my peaceful happy new life. I now walk with the saints and angels in a meadow of peace."
John W. Connors 76, of Haverhill and formerly of N. Andover, passed away on Jan. 12, 2008 from a 5 year battle with malignant melanoma. He was the beloved husband for 54 years to Connie (Shannon) Connors of Haverhill, loving father of 8 children He left behind 3 sons, Richard T. of Haverhill, John W. and his wife Jeannine of Kingston, NH, and Robert M. and his wife Kelly of Haverhill, and 4 daughters,Patricia Roberts and her husband Vincent "Tim" of N. Andover, Debra Garvey and her husband Mark, Marylou Connors and Joanne Connors all of Haverhill, cherished grandfather of 9. He was predeceased by his daughter Bunny Connors and his grandson,Timothy Roberts
