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June 1, 1934 - July 16, 2005
Raymond Wayne Sanders
Ray Sanders
Sergeant Sanders
Dad
Grandpa
Java Man
Pastor
Pastor Ray
Whatever the name you call him, you knew him as a family man, a man's man, a man of passion,
a man of desire, a man of God, a man who believed with his whole heart in his beliefs, a man who we all love.
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Ray’s Family
Parents:
Buddy and Cleo Sanders
Wife:
Phyllis Sanders
Siblings:
Ella Louise Fargo, Benny Sanders, Darlene Vastine
Nephew (Raised by Ray's parents, basically a brother):
Mike Corente
Children:
Dan Sanders, Linda Hodgins, Karen Chavez, Debbie Premus, Tim Sanders
Grandchildren:
Sonya Esber, Kris Sanders, Joshua Hodgins, Bennet Hodgins, Cheryl Hodgins, Cassandra Chavez, Zachary Chavez,
Joslynn Chavez, Alyssa Premus, Jenessa Premus, Cody Premus, Caleb Premus, Caden Premus, Megan Sanders, Jayce Sanders, Carter
Tommy-Ray Sanders
Great Grandchildren:
Jaylee Esber, Asia Sanders, Thai Sanders, Americas Sanders
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Thank you for visiting my father's memorial web site. Please take the time to visit all the pages and let
us know who you are and your story or memories about dad. Dad was a very special man who impacted the lives, thoughts and actions
of everyone he met. His passion for life, strong work ethic, sense of humor, knowledge of The Bible, and his desire to free
people from their pain of sickness and show them the Love of God infected all who knew him.
As his youngest child, I knew dad loved his family. His fondness for camping and fishing was instilled into
all of his children as special memories and special times we try to duplicate with our children. Dad was so dedicated
to Abundant Life Fellowship that I think, in the last few years, it pained him not to see his family as much as he wanted
to. His world changed and his thoughts focused on the church and on healing, more and more the older he became. It became
an intense passion.
His desire to see people healed, often came across like he was angry at the church. His pleas for his congregation
to experience Chirst as he had, sometimes came across as discipline. He loved his family and he loved his church, he gave
them both so much energy, time and life.
I recently watched a movie called "The end of the spear" In the true life story a young boy lost his missionary
father to a massacre by the natives he was trying to witness to. The young boy, Steve Saint, grew up and visited
the village of the natives who killed his father. The village leader took Steve to the site of the killing and told him that
it was he that killed his father and took his father's life away. Steve responded in heavy tears and pain "No one took
my fathers life away, he gave it away".
My dad gave his family and his church something very precious, life...his life.
Tim
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