Sis. Genesis Morin

Although it hurts me for what the Francis family must be going through, I would like to respectfully share the memories I have from our beloved Brother.

I met Brother Francis about 20 years ago in Tucson Arizona at one of the special gatherings, and as a child myself (only 10 years old at the moment) it surprised me that I was able to understand what was being preached, I always enjoyed the way he shared the word of God and how he was used for his honor and glory.

Time passed (5 years later) and here comes this troubled young woman trying to fit, with the ”Pastor’s daughter” stereotype wrapped around her shoulders, being a pastor’s kid in general, there are lots of expectations coming from everywhere, you really need to be the best that you can so that you can support the ministry, the church and be a good example and blessing and sure I was far from being that, I was able to meet many ministers and preachers from around the world, and when I heard brother Francis was visiting Mexico I got very excited as I was one of the few people that was going to be able to understand him because of the language barrier, and as I stated before I had met countless ministers in the past, but none ever had a conversation with me, asked about my projects, nor my music, no one had ever taken the time to advise me in the love of God as Brother Steve did.

I remember my parents asking me not to bother Bro Steve, and him saying -Not at all- that he had kids back home, that one of them played the piano like myself and was into singing, for the very first time I felt heard, I thank the Lord for his life because it was there when I accepted Jesus as my savior.

I wish I had a Picture to send, but unfortunately all the pictures I had taken went to a scrapbook I gifted to him from all the memories in Mexico, which cause me a little bit of trouble as many thought he would not like that (Hope he was able to save it) years went by and I remember my dad received a call from him and asking about all of us, remembering our names and how we were doing, and he happily said we were doing fine.

This memory may not be the one you were expecting, but will rest forever in my heart and I will always be thankful for that kind preacher that took 5 minutes out of his time to ask how I was doing and who guided me in a prayer to invite Jesus into my heart when I needed it the most.

God called home another faithful saint. He will also embrace you with His love as you grieve for the loss of a loved one, I will keep you all in my prayers.

Sis. Genesis Morin
Monclova, Coahuila, Mexico