Frank was a real spirit giant in our community. In awe and amazement, I join in rejoicing the completion of a wondrous life that touched so many, including my own. Heart felt regards to Aimee and family. Grace and Peace,
~~ Joyce Sloan
I first met Frank at Perkins (SMU). He shared great stories of Joe’s teaching to all of us. He really missed Joe. Joe had just departed for Faith and Life. Frank was a good basketball player, too; as well as an organizer. He put together the seminary’s intramural team. He also put me onto a job while I was a student there. He later was part of some of the courses the New Orleans cadre were putting on, and when Wanda and I showed up on the West Side he was helpful in our getting oriented. He kept a lot of things rolling on the West Side that kept the mission going. Always a great story teller with his East Texas drawl, hard to forget.
~~ George Holcombe
I was in Frank’s Ecclesiola at Centrum. One night we all went to Greek town to a special restaurant called Diana’s. We persuaded the owner to dance and he finished with resounding Opa’s as he flung his glass crashing against the wall. We were mesmerized. Our members were raving about the experience. On the next day Frank added his insight: Always appreciate a man’s special talent but never fool yourself thinking that a talent represents a grounded life. Our restaurant owner could be someone living authentically or maybe not. Thanks to Frank for the sharing and his sacrifice. A beautiful life.
~~ Ed Feldmanis
When the McGuire family moved to Fifth City in January, 1972, I was assigned to Emerging Generation. One particular task I remember was taking your little daughter to the Cook County Hospital emergency room with a throat infection. I don’t know which of us was more overwhelmed. I hope I was kind and comforting, but am not at all sure of it. Frank was very kind and comforting on a development call in California in 1977, not long after we left the Symbolic Order. The colleague with him was Ray Spencer, I think. Fred was teaching, and I wasn’t, so I went to lunch with the two men. Frank asked me, in the spirit of research on behalf of the Movement, to share why our family left. I replied that our children, two problematic adolescents and two younger sons, needed our attention. My deep denial kept Fred’s alcoholism out of my conscious mind. I added with quivering voice that I felt our family had become more of a drain than an asset to the Order. Frank nodded and said, “I’ve had that feeling at times.” Profound absolution washed over me. A great gift from a gracious soul. I’m sure many experienced him as a means of grace throughout his life. The party on the far side banks of Jordan must be livelier by the day. Blessings on your continued journey, Aimee, .
~~ Jann McGuire
Frank and Aimee are inseparable, in our recollection – Aimee the soft-spoken spokesperson, and Frank the brooder and bold strategist. We needed a building in Sudtonggan’s training center, especially after the staff house burned down. Frank passed the word down from Manila that money was never the problem. With Qing On of Hong Kong, we convinced a Chinese lumberman in Cebu City to advance all the materials we needed to construct a “log house”. We got the building up in a jiffy. Later, Frank planned to shed a few pounds off his Texas-size girth, and did so in three months. I remembered this when I heard of Frank’s passing; responded with a weight watch of my own in his memory!
~~ Jamie Vergara
Frank was in many ways a pioneer like Joe Mathews.
~~ A.M. Noel