Rev. Dr. Cullen Bryant Washingtron, Sr.
ALEXANDRIA, LOUISIANA – The Rev. Dr. Cullen Bryant Washingtron, Sr., (“Wash”), entered into eternal life and rest on Saturday, September 15, 2012 at the age of 78, at Baton Rouge General Hospital. He was a lifetime resident of Alexandria.
He was a chaplain at the V.A. Hospital, the dean and an instructor at the St. Matthews School of Theology and the pastor of Shiloh Missionary and Starlight Missionary Baptist Churches.
He leaves to cherish his memories, his constant companion through all his illnesses, Lue Jean Washington; three loving children, Debra Jean Marshall (Anthony Carlos Marshall, Sr.), Yolanda Gail Washington and Cullen Bryant Washington, Jr,; four grandchildren, Tristan Marshall, Dion Marshall, Anthony Marshall Jr. and Olivia Marshall; three great grandchildren, Cameron, Miyake and Rayne Marshall; four sisters, Angeline Billups, Dorothy Ince, Edna Crockett, Christine Cockrell; a sister in law, Hearese Washington and a host of nieces, nephews and friends.
He was preceded in death by his parents, Rev. Dr. Wilmer S. Washington, Sr. and Christine Aguilar Washington, sisters, Naomi Clemons, Lela Ray and Helen Jones and brothers, Wilmer S. Washington, Jr. and Naaman Washington.
The visitation will be held Saturday, September 22, 2012 at 9:00 am at St. Matthews Baptist Church, Boyce, pastored by Rev. Joe Green. His celbration of life will be held Saturday, September 22, 2012 at 11:00 am at St. Matthews Baptist Church, Boyce.
Born in Shorter, Ala., he attended public schools there. He moved to Baltimore in 1950 and two years later, while attending a church service, he met his future wife, the former Romaine Mitchell.
“My father was a very ambitious young man who would do anything in his power to provide a good life for his young family,” said his daughter, Dr. Eva Thornton of Baltimore, principal of Deer Park Elementary School in Owings Mills. “He was also a wonderful singer who performed in a quartet, the Union Gospel Singers. He sang in a style similar to Sam Cooke.”
Family members said he worked several jobs to support his family and became manager of the Hillen Tire and Rubber Co. in Oldtown, from which he retired in 1984.
His daughter said her father believed in standards. “There was no washing or ironing clothes nor attending the movies on Sunday because it was the Lord’s day,” she said. “We had to keep it holy.”
Dr. Jenkins became a member of St. Paul Christian Community Church in 1953. He served as president of Senior Choir No. 2 and became the superintendent of the Sunday School.
“My father often said, ‘If I can help somebody, my living will not be in vain,'” his daughter said.
Family members said that in 1954 he answered a calling and began preaching. He studied with his pastor, the late Rev. Edward M. Revels. He later graduated from the Baltimore School of the Bible. On July 30, 1982, Dr. Jenkins received his doctor of divinity degree from Virginia Seminary.
In 1964, he opened his own church, which he named St. John Christian Community Church. With seven members, he held services and preached at 2001 Greenmount Ave.
He soon moved to a larger building on Hope Street at Lanvale, near Green Mount Cemetery. He told his congregation, “The Lord will make a way somehow.”
On Aug. 26, 1979, he presided at the dedicatory service for his congregation’s third building at Lanvale and Aisquith streets. He and the congregation paid off the mortgage and burned it five years later.
His family said that Dr. Jenkins enjoyed his calling.
“If there were just two members in attendance, the church doors were open and service continued as if there were 10,000 people in attendance,” his daughter said. “He fed the hungry from a food pantry.”
He was elected as the president of the United Council of Maryland and served in this position for four years.
Family members said Dr. Jenkins always wore conservative suits and believed that a clergy person should be “dignified and carry himself as a man of God.” He did not wear sport clothes, other than hunting attire.
Dr. Jenkins enjoyed hunting rabbits and squirrels on the Eastern Shore and at a friend’s farm in Severn.
He also favored his role as a grandfather and was often their day care provider, transporter and counselor, his family said. He often took a grandson to visit the sick and shut in as well as to daily trips to the Sinclair Lane K-Mart and the Belair Road Bi-Rite supermarket.
Dr. Jenkins retired in 2009.
Services will be held at 6 p.m. Sunday at his church, 1206 E. Lanvale St. A wake hour precedes the funeral.
In addition to his daughter and wife of 59 years, survivors include his son, the Rev. Tommie Jenkins Jr., who is pastor of the church; five other daughters, Juanita Forte-Riley of Charleston, S.C., and Gloria Jackson, the Rev. Wendy Zollicoffer, Gale Moore and Surrita Clark, all of Baltimore; 11 grandchildren; and nine great-grandchildren.
Tonight is the kick-off of our Young Adult Revival and our guest speaker this year is Pastor Daniel Corris Shull of the Burnett Avenue Baptist Church in Louisville. I’ve known Pastor Shull for a few years now and I was impressed when I first met him. He’s a graduate of Fisk and has a unique exposition of the Word of God. He’s a very gifted preacher and when he preached for us last year for our of our annual days, he taught our Church how to dance! “Just put your fist out and put one leg behind another, then think of His goodness and switch legs, then think about how He saved you…” Needless to say, it was one of the most memorable messages I’ve heard in recent memory. If you’re in Frankfort area, join us Friday night (tonight) at 7 p.m. and Sunday evening at 5 p.m. The KSU Gospel Choir will sing at both services and the Burnett Avenue Choir will join in on Sunday.
The Oregon Ducks are on the cover of Sports Illustrated. Uh oh. The SI jinx has been around for years and you know I’m pulling for the #3 ranked Ducks. This is not a good sign so I’m singing the mantra, “I don’t believe in the SI Jinx / I don’t believe in the SI Jinx / I don’t believe / I don’t believe…”
I’m trying to find a low cost ticket to go home to see Mom and my family in Portland. Wow did I get a price shock today – $500 plus for a roundtrip ticket and if you add in hotel and rental car, it’s well over $1,000. I guess I’ll wait to the fares go down. (Please Lord…).
This is day four of NO MORE SODAS. That’s right – I finally made the break and the results are in. My ankles have been swelling for years, I thought, because of diabetes and when I stopped drinking sodas, my body’s been going through adjustment syndrome and one benefit – no more swelling. I’m drinking gallons of water, tea, and coffee (I know, caffeine). And my body is deflating (thank God). Shirts fit a little better this morning and I’m telling God thank you and my kidneys say thank you as well.
I wanted to share a response to a letter that I received from a young minister. It’s telling on a multiplicity of levels and I hope this will help someone who is in ministry and eager to get to the top.
“Hello anointed Leader and Mighty Man of God. Pastor Houston, Thank you so kindly for accepting my Linkedin connection. I trust that you’re being blessed more abundantly. After you peruse my ministerial experience, I’m humbly asking for an opportunity to minister at First Baptist Church. Please consider an SERVICE, Perhaps a WEDNESDAY MID-WEEK SERVICE! I’ll pay my airfare to Frankfort to lift the faith of the believers. You can view my ministry on: YOUTUBE. Pastor Houston, Please grant this sincere request, just 3 NIGHTS! Feel free to call me .”
In this age of social media it’s important for us to understand that pastors needs to be firm in how they approach this or any invitation. This is my response:
“Thank you for your letter, but I am terribly saddened by it. I joined LinkedIn to keep in contact with preaching and professional colleagues across the country and in some cases, around the world. However, to receive a chain letter from a minister frankly deeply disturbs me about not only the preacher but the role of LinkedIn/Social Ministry and the future of ministerial relationships.
First, I would never and let me underscore never invite myself, whether it was in person, by letter, or internet to another man or woman’s church or pulpit. I have been in ministry, preaching around the nation, and I have NEVER asked for a preaching engagement and I have NEVER allowed anyone who asked for a preaching engagement to stand for me. Your letter is disturbing for that reason alone.Secondly, it’s a form letter. Several pastors that I know on LinkedIn have received the exact same letter and frankly, how in the world would you know what my people, who the Holy Spirit have assigned me to, need a Wednesday Mid-Week Service when we don’t even have a Wednesday Mid-Week Service and we don’t even have an airport in Frankfort – which says to me, frankly, you don’t care about my people or this community, you care about making a name.
Also, I don’t know ONE THING ABOUT YOU. If you walked past me in DFW airport, I still wouldn’t know who you are. And in this era of sexual shenanigans, misuse of funds, etc., a YouTube clip does not equal an endorsement. Anybody can put a YouTube clip up and it does not mean MOST PASTORS would let you walk in the door and I’m further insulted because my church is not cheap and we always provide for OUR GUESTS.
Needless to say, this will be the last communication between us. I’m unfriending or de-linking us and I pray that you will at least consider this response in your future interaction and the form letter method needs to be reconsidered.”
I wish that preaching was akin to other professions. Where you serve 20, 25, 30 years and then live another 20, 25, 30 years after retirement. You get to see your children, your grandchildren and your great-grandchildren grow up. Unfortunately that is rarely the case.
The problem is that many pastors are in need of serious rest, retreat and revival. And no, I don’t mean going to a worship service – I mean making the time, taking the time and finding the time to make sure that the body and the mind rests.
My pastor, Minister Barton Elliott Harris, taught me something while at Westwood – the importance of the pastor getting rest. You cannot be fully used of God in the pulpit, when you bring to the pulpit a half-empty shell or a leaking vessel.
Scripture’s description, “come apart” is a great definition for what a pastor needs to do. I’ve learned that conventions, conferences, and learning experiences cannot be catalogued as rest. That’s labor. That’s intensive. That’s challenge. A pastor needs some time (every weekly) when the membership knows “this is my sacred day of rest and it must be honored.”
At my church where I serve it’s printed every week “Pastor’s Sabbatical Day of Rest” and it’s every Thursday. For the most part, I don’t take calls, I don’t do appointments, I don’t do meetings unless it is of life or death consequence. I’m a 24 hour a day on-call professional who needs at least one day to himself to get revived. The pressures of ministry are great and when you have a week of visitation, preaching, counseling, planning, denominational work, etc., you need some time alone.
I’m thankful for those who understand the necessity for this. I go to the movies. I go travel. I hang out. I find some water. I go to the country side. I go to the big city. I find a plan where I can unravel and relax.
My journeys on vacation have taken me to Gloucester, Mass., Orlando, Fl., Louisville, KY, Chattanooga, TN, the Smokey Mountains, Palm Springs, Cal., Napa Valley, Cal., Chicago, IL, Washington, DC., Baltimore, MD, Eastern Shore, Galveston, TX., New Orleans, LA, and other places.
When I come back, it’s always as a refreshed preacher, looking forward/can’t wait to hit the pulpit and proclaim after some much needed rest and reflection.
Brother or Sister Pastor who are reading this – make sure you take some time to rest before you find yourself going, going, and then gone.
Earlier today I taught a class on Expository Preaching trying to compress a few weeks into a few hours. The Lord gave me a Cake to illustrate Expository preaching and I thought I would share it with someone tonight to assist in their preaching:
(From the top)
Candle/Flame is the Subject, to draw attention, that’s written LAST.
The Frosting is the Conclusion and Celebration, that’s written just before the Subject.
Each layer is different, but is made from the same batter (the Word). Each layer (point of the sermon) may be different, but it should be gleaned from the announced text. It should be exegesis not isogesis.
Hope this helps someone . . .
I’ve had something on my heart for the last few weeks and this week I was able to put this into motion. Today, I wrote letters to all of the Kentucky U.S. House of Representatives and U.S. Senatoral legislators to request consideration of naming our 40601 Frankfort Post Office in the name of my predecessor and First Baptist Church’s longest serving pastor (46 years), the Reverend Dr. Kidd Leon Moore, Jr.
Dr. Moore’s story is unique in the Frankfort area. He came to Frankfort from Chicago after serving as an associate at the Olivet Baptist Church under the leadership of the powerful Dr. Joseph Harrison Jackson, who later became President of the National Baptist Convention, USA, Inc, and under whose leadership the split occurred that birthed the Progressive National Baptist Convention, Inc. Pastor Moore actually led FBC in to uniting with PNBC and served as Chairman of the New Pastors Committee and the Convention Recording Secretary for many years.
My predecessor, the Reverend Dr. K. L. Moore, Jr., served the Frankfort community for 46 years as pastor of the First Baptist Church (Clinton Street). Under his leadership he held several hats – ambassador to the community, civil rights leader, pastor, community leader, bridge builder between the races, and he was known by all sectors in the community for his service to those who were sick and shut in, for performing countless funerals and weddings, and preaching literally thousands of sermons during his ministry. He can easily be considered one of the most beloved and influential African-Americans in the Frankfort area.
At present, the Post Office for the 40601, which is located just minutes from where Dr. Moore served and lived, has not been named in honor for any particular person. It has been on my heart for the past few weeks to petition you for consideration of this, which you know, would require an Act of the Congress submitted by the Kentucky Congressional Delegation.
I learned a long time ago that you cannot receive blessings if you refuse to be a blessing. Dr. Moore’s commitment to this community is legendary. He broke bread with several Governors and yet visited the Hospitals in the area. He deserves to be honored and I’m hoping that the Senators and Congressmen will agree with me.
I look forward to seeing generations walk through the portals of the Dr. Kidd Leon Moore, Jr. Post Office.