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<center><font size="+2">'''Remembering John John'''</font></center>
<center><font size="+2">'''Remembering John John'''</font></center>


<center><font size="+1">Church loses a colorful witness who found an anchor in stormy life</font>
<center><font size="+1">Church loses a colorful witness who found an anchor in stormy life</font></center>


<span style="font-variant:small-caps">'''By J. Fred Kauffman'''</span>
<span style="font-variant:small-caps">'''By J. Fred Kauffman'''</span>
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Bikers of every color and shape had escorted the long funeral procession from Second Mennonite Church at Franklin Street and Indiana Avenue in North Philadelphia on Oct. 3.
Bikers of every color and shape had escorted the long funeral procession from Second Mennonite Church at Franklin Street and Indiana Avenue in North Philadelphia on Oct. 3.


Ten bikes accompanied the hearse, and 10 brought up the rear.  One bike was at home without its rider, Juan "John John" Reynaldo Marrero, a 53-year-old member of Seocnd Mennonite.
Ten bikes accompanied the hearse, and 10 brought up the rear.  One bike was at home without its rider, Juan "John John" Reynaldo Marrero, a 53-year-old member of Second Mennonite.


John John's funeral packed out the small sanctuary with family, church members, bikers, co-workers from the Marriot Hotel and people he had helped when they were going through tough times.  Evelyn, his wife of 35 years and girlfriend since junior high, got teary hugs from everyone.
John John's funeral packed out the small sanctuary with family, church members, bikers, co-workers from the Marriot Hotel and people he had helped when they were going through tough times.  Evelyn, his wife of 35 years and girlfriend since junior high, got teary hugs from everyone.
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From the depths of his soul, Juan Jr. seized the moment to honor his father and bear witness to his Lord, the One who offers hope in the midst of trouble.
From the depths of his soul, Juan Jr. seized the moment to honor his father and bear witness to his Lord, the One who offers hope in the midst of trouble.


His owrds carried weight.  John John lived a tough life and had his brushes with the law, and Juan Jr. spoke of times he himself lived the street life.
His words carried weight.  John John lived a tough life and had his brushes with the law, and Juan Jr. spoke of times he himself lived the street life.


"But when we want to come home, the Father's door is always open," Juan said.
"But when we want to come home, the Father's door is always open," Juan said.
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The message weaves hope in heaven with hope for facing the challenges at Franklin and Indiana.  With no break in the flow, Juan invites people to commit their lives to Christ,"just like my dad did and wanted others to do."  three people come forward to cheers and applause.  This is a time of celebration!.
The message weaves hope in heaven with hope for facing the challenges at Franklin and Indiana.  With no break in the flow, Juan invites people to commit their lives to Christ,"just like my dad did and wanted others to do."  three people come forward to cheers and applause.  This is a time of celebration!.


[[Image:marrero_juan_reynaldo_2008.jpg|400px|center]] AFter one last viewing of John John we spill out onto the street.  On the corner, the owner of Ralf's Beer Distributor watches the scene from his door.  Lined up are the 20 bikes.  Cigar smoke wafts.  Old people lean on their canes.  Some of John John's grandsons cry with abandon.  Young professionals talk on cell phones.  This is a cross section of Philly &#8212; young and old, rich and poor, Latino, black and white.  All John John's friends.  For real.
[[Image:marrero_juan_reynaldo_2008.jpg|400px|center]] After one last viewing of John John we spill out onto the street.  On the corner, the owner of Ralf's Beer Distributor watches the scene from his door.  Lined up are the 20 bikes.  Cigar smoke wafts.  Old people lean on their canes.  Some of John John's grandsons cry with abandon.  Young professionals talk on cell phones.  This is a cross section of Philly &#8212; young and old, rich and poor, Latino, black and white.  All John John's friends.  For real.
 
Tough as nails, larger than life, seemingly indestructible, John John was taken down by prostate cancer.  The sickness had mellowed him, according to Juan Jr.
 
"My dad's temper had got him into all kinds of trouble," he recalls.  "But Second Mennonite was an anchor of stability in his stormy life, and my mom always stuck with him."
 
The late Pastor Carlton Minnis cared  for him and often confronted him.  John John was known to slam down the phone on a call if he didn't like what Pastor Minnis was saying.  But later he'd call back and continue the conversation.  And he might slam the phone down again.
 
Second Mennonite was home.  The door was open.  John John always came back.  At one point the church offered him the job of janitor, and he took the job seriously.  He became a trustee and poured out his life for "the widow, the orphan and the stranger."
 
John John's connections to Second Mennonite go back to his grandmother, who in her late 60s began attending.  She brought her daughter and grandchildren to church, including John John.  With his passing, the church has lost an effective and colorful witness to the power of Christ and his body to transform lives.
 
Back at the cemetery, people shoveled dirt into the grave.  John John's children, his biker friends, extended family and church members took turns with the shovels.
 
John John had told the church, "I don't want you to leave until the last shovel of dirt is on my grave.  I'm gone, but I'll be just fine."
 
Any Harleys in heaven, John John?
 
''J. Fred Kauffman is program coordinator for Mennonite Central committee in Philadelphia.''




[[Category:Mennonite Weekly Review obituaries]]
[[Category:Mennonite Weekly Review obituaries]]

Latest revision as of 10:09, 17 August 2011

Mennonite Weekly Review obituary: 2008 Nov 3 p. 6

Birth date: 1955

text of obituary:

Remembering John John
Church loses a colorful witness who found an anchor in stormy life

By J. Fred Kauffman

On a gray day in a sprawling old Philadelphia cemetery, the casket slowly descended into the open grave, and 20 leather-clad baby boomers revved up their road bikes in a final roaring farewell to John John.

Bikers of every color and shape had escorted the long funeral procession from Second Mennonite Church at Franklin Street and Indiana Avenue in North Philadelphia on Oct. 3.

Ten bikes accompanied the hearse, and 10 brought up the rear. One bike was at home without its rider, Juan "John John" Reynaldo Marrero, a 53-year-old member of Second Mennonite.

John John's funeral packed out the small sanctuary with family, church members, bikers, co-workers from the Marriot Hotel and people he had helped when they were going through tough times. Evelyn, his wife of 35 years and girlfriend since junior high, got teary hugs from everyone.

His son, Juan Marrero Jr., associate pastor of Second Mennonite, preached an inspired "homegoing" message from his heart and from 2 Corinthians 4-5.

"These tents are for temporary use only," he said. "No matter how healthy and strong we are, these bodies will someday start to groan. But when we leave these tents, we can have a place prepared for us by Jesus that is permanent."

From the depths of his soul, Juan Jr. seized the moment to honor his father and bear witness to his Lord, the One who offers hope in the midst of trouble.

His words carried weight. John John lived a tough life and had his brushes with the law, and Juan Jr. spoke of times he himself lived the street life.

"But when we want to come home, the Father's door is always open," Juan said.

The message weaves hope in heaven with hope for facing the challenges at Franklin and Indiana. With no break in the flow, Juan invites people to commit their lives to Christ,"just like my dad did and wanted others to do." three people come forward to cheers and applause. This is a time of celebration!.

After one last viewing of John John we spill out onto the street. On the corner, the owner of Ralf's Beer Distributor watches the scene from his door. Lined up are the 20 bikes. Cigar smoke wafts. Old people lean on their canes. Some of John John's grandsons cry with abandon. Young professionals talk on cell phones. This is a cross section of Philly — young and old, rich and poor, Latino, black and white. All John John's friends. For real.

Tough as nails, larger than life, seemingly indestructible, John John was taken down by prostate cancer. The sickness had mellowed him, according to Juan Jr.

"My dad's temper had got him into all kinds of trouble," he recalls. "But Second Mennonite was an anchor of stability in his stormy life, and my mom always stuck with him."

The late Pastor Carlton Minnis cared for him and often confronted him. John John was known to slam down the phone on a call if he didn't like what Pastor Minnis was saying. But later he'd call back and continue the conversation. And he might slam the phone down again.

Second Mennonite was home. The door was open. John John always came back. At one point the church offered him the job of janitor, and he took the job seriously. He became a trustee and poured out his life for "the widow, the orphan and the stranger."

John John's connections to Second Mennonite go back to his grandmother, who in her late 60s began attending. She brought her daughter and grandchildren to church, including John John. With his passing, the church has lost an effective and colorful witness to the power of Christ and his body to transform lives.

Back at the cemetery, people shoveled dirt into the grave. John John's children, his biker friends, extended family and church members took turns with the shovels.

John John had told the church, "I don't want you to leave until the last shovel of dirt is on my grave. I'm gone, but I'll be just fine."

Any Harleys in heaven, John John?

J. Fred Kauffman is program coordinator for Mennonite Central committee in Philadelphia.