Elder Charles J. Jarrell took his flight home to be with the Lord Friday, April 7, 2017, at the age of 77 with his loving wife, Rebecca Adair Jarrell, by his side.
He was born in Ragland, West Virginia on January 11, 1940, to Roy and Mazie Jarrell and was one of 11 children. He moved to Marion County over 50 years ago. A veteran of the U.S. Army, he worked as manager and auditor of Bell Brothers’ Shoes for many years and retired from the Marion County School Board after 22 years at North Marion High School.
He was predeceased by siblings Henry Ray, Jack, Morris, Howard Roy, Curtis (Bud) and Steve; and one sister, Virginia Muriel Ferrell. In addition to his wife of 58 years, he leaves two daughters to cherish the beautiful memories he left Margaret (Scott) Cole and Terri (Bruce) Forsyth; sisters Naomi (John) Cooper of Delaware, OH and Nyoka Barnhart of Matewan, WV; four grandchildren, Melissa, Rebecca, Patrick (Aubree) and Jared; 4 great grandchildren, Rainey, Maddox, Mackenzie and Brandon; and many nieces and nephews.
The Lord sent an angel to Brother Charley. The angel came in to his room one night, touched him on the side and said, “Charley, its time.”, as he loved to say in his preaching “My life was never the same after that night.” Brother Charley was baptized at the Southern Home Old Regular Baptist Church in Citra, Florida in April 1989. He worked happily and faithfully in the church and was ordained as a deacon. Later the Lord called him to preach and he was ordained by the Southern Home Church. In his preaching he would usually start with one of the beautiful stories in the Old Testament and show how it compared to our lives today. Through his gift of storytelling he would make the scriptures come to life and easily understood. One of his granddaughters would say, “I loved to hear Papa preach about the land that flows with milk and honey.” Brother Charley always had a smile for everyone he met and loved to work around the church. The last project he helped with was the baptistery at Southern Home. He couldn’t wait for it to be finished. He kept saying, “I believe we’re going to really need that baptistery soon.” It was finished before the Lord called him home. The first four to be baptized in it were his grandchildren, all on the same beautiful Sunday. What a blessing! I can see his face, in my mind, smiling down on his grandchildren and rejoicing in Heaven.
“My sweet Charley” and I loved to travel in our motor home after we retired. What a joy to fellowship all the wonderful brothers and sister we met at the different churches and associations. He had scheduled visits to the churches in which he was called and was looking forward to each one, however God called him home before he could fulfill them.
Brother Charley is sorely missed in our home as well as all of the churches he was blessed to visit. To his daughters, his grandchildren, his great grandchildren, nieces and nephews he loved so well, and the loving and kind brothers and sisters he met along the way, don’t weep for him, but look forward to that glorious day when we can all meet around that great throne of God, where we’ll sing and shout forever; just one big happy family of God. The bible tells us that in the world we’ll have sorrow, but we’ll meet him again and our hearts will rejoice.
Written by his loving wife, Rebecca.