Alex Reid
11-10 2021 11:15
wrote:
I've known Trevor since our University days. He was in the first cohort of medical students to complete all their studies in WA (as opposed to spending some years in Adelaide). Perhaps because he was a few years older than me, or perhaps because he was one of the elite - a medical student, or perhaps just because he always was Trevor, he always seemed much more mature (socially, physically and spiritually) and was highly regarded and admired by us "ordinary" students and members of the Christian Union. Thereafter our paths diverged for a number of years.
I didn't really get to know Trevor well till the mid-1980s. He had heard that Helen and I had come into a fresh experience of the Holy Spirit, and he eagerly sought this himself. He and I would meet weekly for prayer. He then took himself off to New Zealand to attend a conference led by John Wimber (before he came to Perth). When John Wimber started coming to Perth, Trevor was actively involved. Trevor was someone who I always considered to be close to God, and this may be because he was never shy to admit that he was seeking more.
Trevor was the most accomplished person I've ever known. He seemed to be able to excel in every area of endeavour, whether it be spiritually, intellectually, compassionately or physically. For instance, I remember attending a visit to the Perth Entertainment Centre by the Harlem Globetrotters in March 1982; Trevor was there, too, near the front row; the players called him up onto the arena and he proceeded to acquit himself wonderfully: Bronny was there with him, and she may well have been mortified, but my response was "is there nothing this man cannot do!?". As a family, the Parrys joined our Busselton Beach Mission team in the mid 1980s.
His compassion was well expressed in his care for us when I was charged (and later fully exonerated) with falsifying a company prospectus, including arranging prayer meetings. This lasted most of 1989, but when it was all over he invited us to join him and Liz at a holiday cottage on Rottnest Island, which we then did for several years running. These were times of great unwinding and warm fellowship and spiritual refreshment.
We subsequently spent numerous holidays with Trevor and Liz, including them coming to stay with us for a protracted period when we lived in Oxford. This was the time of the fresh Holy Spirit outpouring known as the Toronto Blessing, which reached our church in Oxford, and Trevor once again was eager to receive all that the Lord may have for him.
We've also been on several river and ocean cruises with Trevor and Liz, and stayed with them at Margaret River (and I know so many have benefited from their hospitality there!). Sadly, one of the last occasions when we were booked to travel with them, in 2015, to Darwin, Murray River and Adelaide, Trevor had an accident and couldn't travel. But later that year we did get to cruise around New Zealand with them.
For someone so accomplished in so many ways, Trevor nevertheless was quite competitive. As it happens, so am I. So whether it was who won at Settlers of Catan, or who got to spot a kingfisher first at Rottnest, or who had the sharpest knife for slicing tomatoes, or who was first to obtain the Pink Panther decoration on a sundae at Bar Cap in Northbridge, we competed as if for sheep stations. Trevor also had a great, sometimes cheeky, sense of humour.
His devotion to the Lord never wavered. As I visited him at Chrystal Halliday Residential Care Home over the past 18 months, he would always say "yes please!" whenever I asked if he'd like me to read him a psalm, or play him a worship song. And though I couldn't understand his speech he would always pray with me. I was happy to say Amen to those prayers, as I understood the sense of his prayers, even if not most of the words.
Trevor loved music and like many others we have attended numerous concerts with Liz and him. As well as listening to music, and playing it himself (they moved a piano onto his floor at Chrystal Halliday so he could play it), he also loved to sing (again, he was very accomplished). It's wonderful now to think that he is swelling the heavenly choir with his rich bass voice. That is something he was looking forward to, to be with his Lord and expressing his love for Jesus in song.
Alex Reid
11-10 2021 11:15
wrote:
I've known Trevor since our University days. He was in the first cohort of medical students to complete all their studies in WA (as opposed to spending some years in Adelaide). Perhaps because he was a few years older than me, or perhaps because he was one of the elite - a medical student, or perhaps just because he always was Trevor, he always seemed much more mature (socially, physically and spiritually) and was highly regarded and admired by us "ordinary" students and members of the Christian Union. Thereafter our paths diverged for a number of years.
I didn't really get to know Trevor well till the mid-1980s. He had heard that Helen and I had come into a fresh experience of the Holy Spirit, and he eagerly sought this himself. He and I would meet weekly for prayer. He then took himself off to New Zealand to attend a conference led by John Wimber (before he came to Perth). When John Wimber started coming to Perth, Trevor was actively involved. Trevor was someone who I always considered to be close to God, and this may be because he was never shy to admit that he was seeking more.
Trevor was the most accomplished person I've ever known. He seemed to be able to excel in every area of endeavour, whether it be spiritually, intellectually, compassionately or physically. For instance, I remember attending a visit to the Perth Entertainment Centre by the Harlem Globetrotters in March 1982; Trevor was there, too, near the front row; the players called him up onto the arena and he proceeded to acquit himself wonderfully: Bronny was there with him, and she may well have been mortified, but my response was "is there nothing this man cannot do!?". As a family, the Parrys joined our Busselton Beach Mission team in the mid 1980s.
His compassion was well expressed in his care for us when I was charged (and later fully exonerated) with falsifying a company prospectus, including arranging prayer meetings. This lasted most of 1989, but when it was all over he invited us to join him and Liz at a holiday cottage on Rottnest Island, which we then did for several years running. These were times of great unwinding and warm fellowship and spiritual refreshment.
We subsequently spent numerous holidays with Trevor and Liz, including them coming to stay with us for a protracted period when we lived in Oxford. This was the time of the fresh Holy Spirit outpouring known as the Toronto Blessing, which reached our church in Oxford, and Trevor once again was eager to receive all that the Lord may have for him.
We've also been on several river and ocean cruises with Trevor and Liz, and stayed with them at Margaret River (and I know so many have benefited from their hospitality there!). Sadly, one of the last occasions when we were booked to travel with them, in 2015, to Darwin, Murray River and Adelaide, Trevor had an accident and couldn't travel. But later that year we did get to cruise around New Zealand with them.
For someone so accomplished in so many ways, Trevor nevertheless was quite competitive. As it happens, so am I. So whether it was who won at Settlers of Catan, or who got to spot a kingfisher first at Rottnest, or who had the sharpest knife for slicing tomatoes, or who was first to obtain the Pink Panther decoration on a sundae at Bar Cap in Northbridge, we competed as if for sheep stations. Trevor also had a great, sometimes cheeky, sense of humour.
His devotion to the Lord never wavered. As I visited him at Chrystal Halliday Residential Care Home over the past 18 months, he would always say "yes please!" whenever I asked if he'd like me to read him a psalm, or play him a worship song. And though I couldn't understand his speech he would always pray with me. I was happy to say Amen to those prayers, as I understood the sense of his prayers, even if not most of the words.
Trevor loved music and like many others we have attended numerous concerts with Liz and him. As well as listening to music, and playing it himself (they moved a piano onto his floor at Chrystal Halliday so he could play it), he also loved to sing (again, he was very accomplished). It's wonderful now to think that he is swelling the heavenly choir with his rich bass voice. That is something he was looking forward to, to be with his Lord and expressing his love for Jesus in song.
