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Homegoing of a Saint: Rev. David L. Boyle, Sr., Memphis, TN

Rev. David L. Boyle Sr. was known for his positive ministry, descriptive sermons, love of education and encouraging spirit, which manifested in daily conversations when he bestowed on everyone the divine title of “Saint.”

“He called me Saint Win,” recalled Rev. Eric Winston, pastor of Mt. Zion Baptist Church on South Parkway in Memphis. “He would call everybody saint. Even though we weren’t saintly in our actions, he would say to us, ‘That’s where you’re going to be.’ It’s as if he were speaking our future in the midst of our mess.”

Rev. Boyle, a Memphis native and well-known pastor of Antioch Baptist Church in Whiteville, Tenn., died on Nov. 5. He was 60.

Winston described his longtime friend as a “Prince of Preachers,” who held several advanced degrees and loved to read. He’d often leave the bookstore with five copies of the same book to pass out to friends so they could discuss it.

In January, Winston and Rev. Boyle traveled to Nigeria to teach seminary students there for two weeks. The two pastors returned with lighter luggage after giving the students in need most of their clothing and shoes.

Rev. Boyle loved playing golf, which he referred to as having “prayer meeting.” “He’d say, ‘Prayer meeting starts at Wedgewood at 10:30.’ We knew what that meant,” Winston recalled. “It was time to play golf.”

Rev. Keith Norman, pastor of First Baptist Church-Broad in Memphis, said Rev. Boyle was a humanitarian and a “teaching pastor,” who felt strongly about voting rights and social justice and encouraged his congregation to better themselves through education. “He was forever optimistic about what people could accomplish,” Norman said.

Norman said Rev. Boyle was an artist when he taught and could draw pictures with his words. But, Norman said, it was his actions while battling cancer at the end of his journey that made the biggest impression.

“All that he had taught and preached, he modeled it at the end,” Norman said.

Rev. Boyle leaves behind his wife, Linda Diane Boyle; daughter, Aronica Boyle Holmes and son, David Boyle Jr. A service was held Saturday at First Baptist-Broad.

 

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  1. Adrienne S. Jones, Min. of Music, Antioch Baptist Church | Reply

    David Boyle–My Pastor

    TIS SO SWEET TO TRUST IN JESUS
    JUST TO TAKE HIM AT HIS WORD
    JUST TO REST UPON HIS PROMISE
    JUST TO KNOW “THUS, SAITH THE

    LORD”

    JESUS, JESUS
    HOW I TRUST HIM
    HOW I’VE PROVED HIM O’ER AND

    O’ER
    JESUS, JESUS
    PRECIOUS JESUS
    OH FOR GRACE TO TRUST HIM MORE

    My pastor would often request this song.
    This was among the many hymns that he enjoyed: Great is Thy Faithfulness, Hold to God’s Unchanging Hand, How Great Thou Art, What a Friend We Have in Jesus . . . to name a few

    But in the month of August, my pastor
    requested this song before the Preached Word:

    Softly and
    tenderly Jesus is calling,
    Calling for

    you and for me;
    See, on the

    portals He’s waiting and watching, Watching for you and for me.

    Come home,
    come home,
    You who are
    weary, come home;
    Earnestly, tenderly,
    Jesus is calling,
    Calling, O sinner,
    come home!

    Oh how I did try to dodge singing this song.
    I suggested some other songs but he was adamant and firm. This
    was the song he wanted. He would even text me on Saturday: Ms. A., Don’t
    forget Softly and Tenderly. I didn’t understand it then, but I do now. Jesus was calling my Pastor home.

    My pastor had an IMAGINATION. He was a visionary and a prophet. And he
    dreamed big! My pastor dreamed that we would have an educational
    building. Under his pastorate, we built the Charlie/Lizzie Murphy Educational
    Building and paid for it. My pastor dreamed that we would have a new sanctuary
    and under his pastorate, we built it and are nearly finished paying for it.
    My pastor envisioned the Antioch Baptist Church Christian Education
    Academy. Now it is up to us to bring it to fruition.

    My pastor was a man of INTEGRITY. If
    Pastor said he was going to do something, you could best

    believe it was going to be done. He had swagger and
    confidence. He carried himself in a way that
    commanded respect when he entered a room. I would often tease him about
    having more than 32 teeth because he had a smile that engulfed his face.
    That same smile would warm our hearts. He was reliable

    and faithful; and he expected the same accountability from us. He was deliberate,
    articulate, even-tempered, and easy to talk with. My Pastor could connect
    with anybody—from celebrities to strangers—He was down-to-earth and there
    wasn’t a fake bone in his body. He was REAL.

    My pastor was INVOLVED. He engaged himself with all of us from birth
    to bereavement. He

    believed in social justice and equality. He would go to court with us.
    My Pastor would support our children by popping up at the basketball
    games and graduations. He would show up for the birth of our babies and
    before our surgeries. He would show up at commissioners meetings, NAACP
    meetings, and school board meetings. He was a promoter of education; he
    encouraged our participation in the political process; he was involved in our
    physical wellbeing but most of all, he was concerned about our spiritual lives.
    He was a holistic man of God. My Pastor cared about my church
    family.

    My pastor was INCLUSIVE. He loved everybody. It didn’t matter if
    you were young, old, a genius, mentally-challenged, drunk, sober, fat, or fit,
    my Pastor was a lover of people. One of his concerns with corporate
    worship was that everyone was involved in some way. He had a hug, a fist bump, or a firm shoulder massage for everyone. My Pastor was a humanitarian.

    My pastor was INDISPUTABLY AUTHENTIC.
    He loved a challenge and a good discussion. He was optimistic about
    life—a man filled with hope and the promises of God. I’ve never heard my
    Pastor complain about any of life’s obstacles. I’ve heard him pray (and
    he believed in the power of prayer) and I’ve even seen him shed a tear or two;
    but he never complained. He never
    complained about the cars and the tires or the gas prices as he would travel to
    serve our community week after week. Even when he would come into the
    sanctuary limping, he’d be hopping with that big grin on his face. He
    loved to celebrate life. If Pastor was invited to a birthday party, a
    bar-b-q, a fish-fry, a family reunion, he was going to try his best to be
    there. He enjoyed eating, he rejoiced over fellowship, and he just
    loved having a good time. . . . . and would dance, too! My pastor
    was a Godly example of what it meant to be a disciple of Christ and have fun
    doing it.
    My pastor was INFLUENTIAL. He encouraged each of us to live life to the fullest—by making God and the study of His Word first and foremost. He not only influenced the Antioch Church family, but he made an impact on everyone he came in contact with. He knew how to counsel by listening. He was confidential and never passed judgment on anyone. Yet, my pastor was a servant filled with humility. He was benevolent with his time, his knowledge and resources. He believed in the “Holy Ghost handshake”! He believed in giving and giving and giving.

    My pastor was IMMENSELY PROUD. Not an arrogant, egotistical proud but an overjoyed type of proud. He was proud of his wife, his children, and his church family. He taught us to never give up and hold on to our hope in Christ.

    My Pastor was a grand, remarkable, extraordinary, and outstanding pastor. His impression upon each of us will linger throughout our lives. His lifestyle, his personality, and his convictions and teachings will continue to shepherd us even in his physical absence.
    I loved my pastor. He was my mentor, my teacher, my life coach, my brother, and one of the very best friends I’ve ever had.

    I’m so glad I learned to trust Him,
    Precious Jesus, Savior, friend;
    And I know that He is with me,
    Will be with me to the end.

    Jesus, Jesus,
    how I trust Him!
    How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er!
    Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
    O for grace to trust Him more!

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