Name: Sunset Funeral Home & Sunset Cemetery
Address: Minneapolis, MN

I’m in the process of writing a story about my heroes. 
My first hero was Isaiah (Ike) Harriday. In July of 1961 Ike was one of two of our guides on a canoe trip thru the Boundary Waters into Canada. Our group of 7 boys was from English Lutheran Church (now Faith Lutheran) in Grantsburg, WI.  Ike was the first Black person I’d ever gotten to know. We all loved his physical, mental and spiritual strength. But we especially loved his humor, story telling, singing and his cooking!
In reading this obit I think this must be my hero, Ike.  I hope he had a good life. He certainly helped mine any many others. 
Please let me know if I’m right on this connection. 
In peace,
Sam Sherstad 
Garland, TX

My dear Isaiah, I wish you had gotten to know Steinarr, a wonderful young man with so many wonderful characteristics like the ones that attracted me to you.  He has such a compassionate heart for all people, while he struggles with all the inhumane acts of humans.  I know the two of you would have learned so much from each other but I hope that Steinarr will carry on the undertaking of your dedication to motivate others to the realization that humans are more alike than different, and that Steinarr too will become an instrument of change, hope and peace that his father started so many years ago.

From Isaiah's childhood friend, 
the rhyme they used to chant:

Daisy, Daisy, sitting on a fence,
trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents.

I was in foster care as a foster youth back in 1988 at Maclaren Children's Center in El Monte, California where I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Isaiah Warfield Harriday.  All of the children and younger staff members affectionately called him Mr. Harriday.


Harriday worked at Maclaren as a social worker for the County of Los Angeles Department of Children and Family Services.  He always treated all of the children as a father would.  He was full of brilliance and wisdom.  He always called me son.


One of Harriday's co-workers, who was 26-years his junior, named Tony Baisley, often referred to Harriday as "Father Knowledge," which was a testament to Harriday's intelligence.  Harriday was also exceptionally articulate and he dealt with children who were real disciplinary problems with ease.  He had a calming effect on the children.


It is because of Mr. Harriday's care and concern for the children that he worked with, I have decided to become a social worker and I am in college as we speak pursuing a Master's Degree in Social Work.  Mr. Harriday was an ardent supporter of education and urged me to complete my college education.  And I vowed to do so.


I lost contact with Mr. Harriday, but I have thought about him often throughout my life as a child, teenager and as an adult and I decided to conduct an internet search to ascertain his whereabouts and I unfortunately discovered that he had died.


Words cannot express what an icon and pillar of the community that Mr. Harriday was to all who knew him.  I offer his family my deepest condolences.

Isaiah (Ike) Harriday was born March 18, 1932 to Littleton Morgan Harriday and Hattie Victoria (Hall) Harriday in Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, Maryland. His father was an African Methodist Episcopal minister in addition to serving as butler to the governor of Maryland. He graduated from Lincoln High School in Rockville, Maryland in 1950. He served as an aircraft mechanic in the U.S. Air Force from 1950 to 1959, spending five of those years in Germany, where he learned to speak German as he felt it important to speak the language of the people in whose country he lived. He served in the Air Force Reserve for two additional years.

In the Air Force, Isaiah struck up a longstanding friendship with Stuart Barstad, a Lutheran military chaplain. After Isaiah felt the call to ministry, Stuart brought him to see St. Olaf College and Luther Theological Seminary in Minnesota. In 1959, Isaiah enrolled at St. Olaf at age 27. The college contacted five people to see who was willing to accept an African-American roommate. The fifth call was to Jory Watland, who became his roommate and lifelong friend.  Isaiah was welcomed into the extended Watland family,
celebrating holidays with them for decades. Dan Wee, a sophomore roommate, also became a lifelong friend.

In his college summers, he worked as a canoe guide and counselor for youth exploring the Boundary Waters, even though he could not swim. There he met Peter Rogness who, along with his family became special friends. Isaiah graduated from St. Olaf College in 1963 as the second African American to do so.  He moved to the north side of Minneapolis and began studies at Luther Theological Seminary in St. Paul in 1964. Isaiah worked as an orderly at Fairview Hospital, where he met Theamarie (Timmie) Loberg, a student at Augsburg College. They married on August 31, 1968 at Bethel Lutheran Church in Minneapolis. He interned at Queen Anne Lutheran Church in Seattle, Washington from 1968-69. Isaiah did supply preaching in a three point parish Battle Lake, Randall and Trefoldighed for two years, driving every weekend into northwestern Minnesota.  In 1971 he became the first ordained African American to graduate from Luther.

After graduating from Luther, he became pastor of Ascension Lutheran Church in inner-city Los Angeles where church organist Mildred Gallagher became grandmother for his growing family. Isaiah loved to camp with his family, first in a tent then a converted van, overtime visiting 48 of the contiguous United States and most of Canada. After leaving Ascension, he moved into special ministries including work with the County of Los Angeles and as a principal at Westchester Lutheran Church and School.

Isaiah was the proud father of Sonja Marlies Baute Harriday, born 1972; Signe Victoria Harriday, born 1976; Solveig Mathea Harriday, born 1984; and Sylvie Renate Harriday, born 1991.

He loved biking, canoeing, hiking and the peace and quiet of the outdoors. Isaiah was a fabulous cook and did all the cooking for his family.  He loved music and played saxophone professionally as a young adult.
When meeting strangers, immediate friendships were often made. Isaiah was steadfast in his faith, compassionate, and always concerned for others; the kind of person who would give away the shirt off his back.  Making contributions of his time, finances and
heart, he helped countless people in need. Isaiah will be greatly missed by many.

Service in Thanksgiving to God
For the Life of
Rev. Isaiah Warfield Harriday

December 27, 2014
Bethel ELCA
Minneapolis, MN

Presiding Ministers:
Rev. Brenda Froisland
Rev. Mark S. Hanson
Rev. Brent Erler

Texts:
Isaiah 40:1-11
John 6:37-40
John 14:25-27

Special Music:
And the Glory of the Lord Congregational sing-a-long Prelude
His eye is on the Sparrow  Jayanthi Kyle
They'll Know We Are Christians  Laura Porter-Jones & Morgan Jones
Don't Cry for Me  Debbie Duncan & Kandi Matthews with Tom West
Beautiful Savior  Impromptu Choir directed by Rick Latterell
Communion Hymns: Congregational sing-a-long
Spirit of the Living God, Let Us Break Bread Together, Precious Lord
Soon and Very Soon Congregational sing-a-long Recessional
Organist  Paul Comnick
Pianist  Tom West

Pallbearers:
Brad J. Baute
Bill E. Green
Darryl Isaiah Harriday
Solveig M. Harriday
Erik M. Knutson
Sierra A. Plunkett
Sydney L. Plunkett

Honorary Pallbearers:
Andrew J. Harriday
Nicholas A. Harriday
Jordan H. Johnson
Tyrone A. Plunkett

Isaiah Warfield Harriday's
Funeral Service
December 27, 2014
Old Testament Text 
Isaiah 40:1-11   
God's People Are Comforted
40 Comfort, yes, comfort My people!
Says your God.
2 Speak comfort to Jerusalem, and cry out to her,
That her warfare is ended,
That her iniquity is pardoned;
For she has received from the LORD's hand
Double for all her sins.
3 The voice of one crying in the wilderness:
Prepare the way of the LORD;
Make straight in the desert
A highway for our God.
4 Every valley shall be exalted
And every mountain and hill brought low;
The crooked places shall be made straight
And the rough places smooth;
5 The glory of the LORD shall be revealed,
And all flesh shall see it together;
For the mouth of the LORD has spoken.
6 The voice said, Cry out!
And hesaid, What shall I cry?
All flesh is grass,
And all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
7 The grass withers, the flower fades,
Because the breath of the LORD blows upon it;
Surely the people are grass.
8 The grass withers, the flower fades,
But the word of our God stands forever.
9 O Zion,
You who bring good tidings,
Get up into the high mountain;
O Jerusalem,
You who bring good tidings,
Lift up your voice with strength,
Lift it up, be not afraid;
Say to the cities of Judah, Behold your God!
10 Behold, the Lord GOD shall come with a strong hand,
And His arm shall rule for Him;
Behold, His reward is with Him,
And His work before Him.
11 He will feed His flock like a shepherd;
He will gather the lambs with His arm,
And carry them in His bosom,
And gently lead those who are with young.

SERMON EXCERPTS

A voice says, Cry out!  And I said, What shall I cry?'  

The prophet Isaiah sparked a question that is fitting for us this day.  What shall we cry?  How shall we mourn..Rev Isaiah Warfield Harriday?  I am not so presumptuous to perceive how any of you should mourn Ike's passing The longer we have known a personthe more complex and sometimes conflicted are our memories.

Several months after my mother died I received a call from my spiritual director, Pastor Bill Smith.  He asked, Mark, how is your convalescence going?'  Convalescence?',  I asked.  He said,  Yes, your convalescence.  Mark, you experienced surgery a few months ago.  Your mother died the person who loved you every day of your life was cut out of your life.  After surgery you need to take a long time to convalesce.'  How wiseare [these words] also for you Timmie, Sonja, Signe, Solveig and Sylvie.

  What shall I cry? the prophet Isaiah asked.  Martin Luther interpreted this question long ago to be, What shall I preach?

What shall I preach when a preacher, Rev. Isaiah Warfield Harriday, has died?   The prophet Isaiah said, Speak the truth.'  Yes, be honest about our humanity, our frailty, our mortality. All people are grass.'  Because we have gathered this day as people of faith  in the promise of God's steadfast love, we are free to speak the truth of our lives and of Isaiah Harriday's life.

In way that I as a white man of power and privilege will never know, Isaiah Harriday too often knew the harsh truth of racism.  So often Ike was one of if not the first African-American to enter a school, a community, or a college that had been a bastion of white privilege.  Timmie, you and Ike experienced some of those harsh realities of rejections as you began to fall in love.  Your wedding in this sanctuary was an attempt to be the beauty of diversity and a rejection of the hatred.  And so is your beautiful interracial family.

We are a people of faith free to speak the truth today.  The truth is we have work left to be done.  As Ike Harriday's life was drawing to a close, people all across this land were demanding justice.  Hands Up, Don't Shoot'  Can't breathe'  Black lives matter'  Today is not only for mourning Isaiah Harriday's death and giving thanks to God for his life, love and faith; it is also for renewing our resolve to continue Isaiah Harriday's work for social reconciliation and justice.

Today as people of faith we are free to speak the truth that Isaiah Harriday's life was not always easy.  In fact the diagnosis at being bipolar brings with it stress not only for the person who is bipolar but for those who love him and live with him.  Yet the good thing about being people of faith who believe that God is not in to sin  we can be honest about our pain and struggles broken and healed. 

What shall I cry?  What shall I preach?

Listen again to the prophet Isaiah.  The grass withers, the flowers fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.'  God's word stands forever.  Now good people, that is not a reference to keeping a family Bible standing at your shelf so that visitors might see it or when tragedy or hard times strike you so you take it down and read it in hope of hearing words of comfort.  God's word stands forever means that God's word is living.  God's work does what it declares. Guess what?  it is God's gift, given on account of Jesus  God's living work of promise.  Yes, on account of Christ's death and resurrection, you are forgiven and freed in Christ to live and serve your neighbors just as Isaiah Harriday believed and did.

The prophet Isaiah continues, Get you up on a high mountain

In other words, go to wherever your voice might be heard.  Sometimes that high mountain where Ike's voice was heard was while he was serving in the military or as a social work in Los Angeles working with children who were living with the wounds of abuse and abandonment.  But sometimes the high mountain where Ike's voice was heart was while he was in LA serving as a social worker with children who were living with the wounds of abuse and abandonment.   Wherever Ike's voice was heard or wherever your voice is heard, God says make sure the message is clear.  Do not fear!  Your God is here!  

Because when we are afraid our lives shut down.  When we are afraid God does not have much space in what we and where.

Here is your God  Timmie, Sonja, Signe, Solveig, Sylvie.  Your God is here bringing comfort to all of you who loved Ike.
  
Finally, it is Isaiah Warfield Harriday's .a life of faith that we celebrate  thank God for this day.  Faith, wrote Martin Luther, is a living confidence in God's graceSuch faith causes us to serve everyone out of love and praise to God who shows us such grace.  Oh yes, such was Isaiah's life.

What shall I cry?  What shall I preach?

I believe Isaiah Harriday would answer saying, Preach it so all may hear that you are a beloved child of God'.  Oh yes, you are royal daughters and sons of God. Yes Isaiah Harriday we hear your voice on the mountain saying, here is your God.  This is the very God who now enfolds you forever in His loving embrace.  Amen

Timmie:  This is truly a "voice from the past",,,,,,Marlene Strand Dewald extending my sincere sympathy to you and your family on the death of your husband.  I am so happy to see and read that you and Ike had many wonderful years together and have the legacy of four beautiful daughters...all with special Norwegian names!!  I had been thinking of you off and on the last several months and finally looked you up on line.  So interesting that Ike's funeral was at Bethel.  We had just visited there earlier this summer.  So very many memories of Bethel!  I have lived in La Crosse, WI for the past 30 plus years.  I would love to see you sometime; maybe we could get together for coffee in the Minneapolis area.  I have a daughter there, so do get there regularly.  Know that I am thinking of you.  Sounds like Ike was a very special person to many many people.  God bless and keep you and your family always.  Please feel free to call me on my cell phone 608.780.0429.  I hope you will still receive this message.  Sincerely, Marlene Dewald

To the Harriday family, my best to you all in this time of grief. I'm glad I knew Ike. Ron Flugum

Honey, I miss you so much.  You have been my love, my best friend and my confidant since the Spring of 1964.  Thank you for loving me and for introducing me to a world outside of my narrow environment.  Your compassion for all others has opened my eyes and made me a woman of Faith, Hope and Love with a compassion for Peace that passes all understanding.  Also, thank you for our four fabulous daughters.   Each of them has blossomed in their own individual ways into strong beautiful women with the same compassionate heart that attracted me to you.  Your unconditional love for all humanity and for this vast earth lives on in them and those they touch.

Fort Snelling Cemetery
Section 22 Site 2545

MAN OF FAITH
AND FAMILY

It's my distinct honor to remember and celebrate the life of my dad with you today.  It's truly impossible to encapsulate the memories and breadth of his history, milestones and experiences that span 82 remarkable years.  I hope not to be overly verbose, but must add a disclaimer that I am after all, a Harriday through and through.

Born in the small town of Daisy, Maryland, the little white Methodist church that still exists today, was an integral part of his rearing with his three brothers and sister.  His family worked as servants for the Governor Warfield, which is how dad received his middle name.  It's truly no surprise he followed in the footsteps of his father and others, and was called to serve the Lord his entire life.  

When we had regular family reunions there, it was clear Daisy was in large part Harriday country.  No A/C in the church, we'd wave our fans (you might know the ones with Jesus' hands printed on one side, the funeral home advertisement on the other) and clap our hands in resounding rejoice for the Lord.  The service was always followed by a feast with everyone; nieces, nephews and young cousins running everywhere.  Quite the triumph, he is the oldest living Harriday of record.  Today there are many Harridays in heaven welcoming him home with a reunion banquet of song, praise and joy.

He spent nearly a decade serving our country, five of which were in Germany in the 86th Raiders.  He travelled the world round and encountered people from all walks of life.  One of my favorite stories is about a young girl who survived a ferry drowning.  While a counselor at a bible camp, she had serviceman sign her bible.

Proof positive the Lord works in mysterious ways, she was showing her prized bible to her pastor who recognized dad's name.  She happened to have married an American and lived in California like us.  She couldn't believe the possibility it was the same Ike she remembered most fondly from so long ago, let alone that he was a pastor.  

In short, it was an emotional reunion over 30 years later that immediately made her and her family, our family too.  Sylvie's middle name is in fact her namesake, showcasing a permanent reminder that miracles like her abound all around us, especially because of the amazing man dad was.

Based on the recommendation from the Air Force's Chaplain he attended and graduated from St. Olaf College with a history major.  He loved his time at Olaf but did mention on a couple occasions the fact he was 9-10 years older than his fellow students.  

I can't imagine suddenly having a curfew on a dry campus after being an independent worldly bachelor for so long.  But in true fashion, we're told he assimilated well.  What was probably the hardest, was each of us girls trying to live up to the enormous reputation that preceded us when we became Ole's too.

A roommate who remains his oldest and dearest friend, befriended dad and would bring him home for school breaks.  He was immediately adopted as part of that family and over 50 years later we know them only as family.  Blessed to have Aunts, Uncles and cousins galore, whom we still celebrate major holidays with, they remain a constant network of love and support.  As further testament to the man he was, there are numerous he first called friend that are now known as family.

He met his beloved wife while working at Fairview Hospital as an orderly.  One day he was admitted into the hospital for a serious condition.  When the doctors asked “who is your next of kin?” he said her, my fiancé.  Perhaps not the most romantic proposal, but certainly one you'll never forget.  And so a lifetime of love and partnership began.

Their 46 year marriage has come full circle as they were married in this very church.  Interestingly when bi-racial marriage was still illegal in many states.  Both were surprised this church was completely packed, but it perfectly demonstrated just how special they were and are.

As the first ordained African-American Lutheran pastor, he was called to Ascension Lutheran Church in Los Angeles, California.  He remained a consummate minister, teacher and counselor during his substantial career and as we all know, his entire life.  Continually enamored with music, we were blessed to have an incredible organist, known only to us as Grandma who also taught us piano.  

His love of music was literally innate for all of us girls, the jazz saxophonist and tenor in him truly delighted.  Albums on the record player, 8-tracks in the car and eventually CDs were always in the mix.  From singing in the choir to solos by voice or instrument, it's a gift we girls are most thankful for.  He was a firm believer that music was not only good for the soul, but could comfort and heal as well.  

He didn't set out to be a trailblazer, but in following his calling, he did just that.  How he thoroughly proved the ability to move mountains lives within each of us.  He was a living lesson in the power of the human spirit and the belief you never give up on anyone.  

He ministered not just to his congregation, but to just about anyone blessed enough to cross his path.  From the homeless, of whom many worked at our house and church or even lived with us as he helped guide them on their path, to even those in prison, 
his confidence in humanity never wavered.

He was the primary cook in our family and passed down his skill, whimsy and adventure in the kitchen, rarely following a recipe to the letter.  Known for so many things, just the scent of his banana and pumpkin bread, baked beans, waffles and apple cake... ah, such treasured treats indeed.

I don't think my dad ever could have imagined he'd have four girls, and four so uniquely dynamic.  The only male in the house, I look back and wonder how he dealt with all the estrogen constantly flowing.  In a few houses we only had one shower which epitomized an elaborate musical dance as everyone tried to get out of the house on time.  

I know when my husband joined the family, dad thought he'd have a chance of getting a word in edgewise when all five of us women were in the same room.  Well, both men could dream any way.  Growing up and even to this day, we felt like we were a great TV comedy that just never aired.  The laughter that filled our house nearly shook the walls.

His smile was infectious and his laughter pure exuberance of joy.  A cousin relayed “His happy smile, and that twinkle in his eye he would get when he laughed or smiled hard, is what I will remember of him.”   

Even until the end, laughter remained the best medicine.  There was a woman in the nursing home who developed some kleptomaniac tendencies.  Her purse would be loaded with silverware, salt and paper shakers, even food.  At lunch one day her purse was bulkier than usual and we heard a nurse say, you cannot just take someone's bible.  Dad looked at me and said, “It's an unorthodox way to find Jesus, but God Bless Her.”  

A voracious reader with thousands of books in his library, he even read the dictionary.  We all remember him using a word we had never heard of, which had us quickly running to the dictionary ourselves.  Aside from his clergy collar and his handmade stoles so magnificently displayed here today, his preferred dress code was a suit, tie, cufflinks, shined shoes, a Gentleman's hat and let's not forget his ironed hankie.  

As PKs, we witnessed the circle of life from baptisms to weddings and funerals from an early age.  We were blessed to know and understand the power of faith and even discuss with him what death really meant.  He always said don't be afraid of death.  It's hard for those left behind, but it's glory days when a child of God returns home.  

I remember how joyful he was with the birth of each of my sisters.  Solveig's was especially unique because Dad was doing a funeral when mom went into heavy labor, such that we thought the funeral director was going to have a heart attack.  He kept wanting to pull dad from the pulpit, but she would have nothing of it.  

When dad finished the funeral they found someone to do the burial, but I remember how calm mom and dad were, perfectly in sync like a well-tuned piano despite it being clear, Solveig was coming with lightning speed.  LA traffic, was well LA traffic, so dad as her Lamaze coach led us all in a chorus of “he-he-hoo, he-he-hoo.”  

When she was born Signe said, “wow, she has all ten fingers and all ten toes.”  And with a gigantic smile he said, that's the beautiful miracle of birth.  

A very close friend wrote “I always remember your dad as the wise pastor and family man, not always the loudest one in the room, but probably the one who knew more than anyone else.  His photo chosen seems to reflect the way so many people saw him: proud, educated, dignified.  There is so much of him in all of you girls, which is one of the best things he could have left behind in this world.”

The countless who crossed his path were indeed blessed beyond compare, but we were even luckier to call this extraordinary man husband and dad.   What fun we had taking our summer road trips, learning as we travelled by car through North America, like no geography book could teach us.  When each of us was young, our favorite spot to see the sites was atop dad's shoulders.  I believe he continues to lift up each and every one of us from heaven.

Mom, dad always told me how very much he loved you.  When you see exotic flowers and long-stem roses, think of him, as he'll forever be with you.  He never could figure out how you managed and juggled everything, but was extremely grateful you did.  He said to make sure you don't work too hard and that you make time, just for you.

 
My dearest sisters, dad's love and pride for you was immeasurable.  He would quietly boast about your many talents and accomplishments but even more so how you each matured into the most loving, giving and inspirational women.  Shining examples of strong, educated, distinctive, inquisitive dreamers that live and breathe the best of humankind with steadfast faith.  

You can hear him saying to all five of us, “girls don't worry, you know we'll meet again one day. Just promise you'll take care of yourself.” 

I think he and the Lord were planning together, undoubtedly on the same page.  For Christmas is a wonderful reminder that Jesus was brought into this world to give us heavenly peace as John 14:27 tells us.  

Our friends in The Netherlands, more accurately family, shared:  “Let us spread light into the world as Jesus did.  The earth needs people like your father to continue to spread that light.”  

Each day is a precious gift, so dear friends and family, let us walk in the Almighty's light.

Dad was a preacher first and foremost and I always loved how he marvelously translated scripture to help everyone understand it in the here and now.  He always finished his sermon with a “call to action” to help parishioners live as strong Christian stewards.  

So I end with first, always think what would Jesus do.  And second, what would Ike do?  His legacy will live on forever and through you, we can continue to spread hope, give back to others, love unconditionally, forgive, help those in need and invoke change.  All while spreading joy and giving thanks for God's infinite gifts, especially that of eternal life.

Dad, you and your most gentle, charitable spirit will be deeply missed, but you will remain in all of our hearts forever.  It's glory days for YOU now, as a host of angels sing in heaven and God welcomes you home with his open, loving arms.

Sonja on behalf of the Harriday family

In Remembrance - January 22, 2015
Chapel of Hope
Minnesota Veterans Home - Minneapolis

"Ike served with the United States Air Force from 1950-1959 during the Korean War attaining the rank of Staff Sergeant and receiving the good conduct medal. and later in Germany where he became fluent in German.  He graduated from St. Oalf College and then Luther Theological Seminary with a Masters of Divinity degree in 1971.  He worked as a pastor in L.A. for 10 years and was Chaplain/Social Worker for 10 years before moving back to MN.  He and his wife had 4 daughters.  He was the first ordained black Lutheran pastor in MN (Luther Sem).  His family (Harriday) served the governor (Warfield) of Maryland.  He had a beautiful tenor voice and loved the outdoors, traveling and camping going to all 48 contiguous states.  He was proud of his African American heritage.  Staff remembers that he had a good sense of humor and a calm easy going spirit."

The beauty of a life well lived lives on and on. In still moments, may you remember the love and the happy times, and find comfort in these memories.  With Deepest Sympathy, Rita and Pat

Dear Harridays ~
It has been many years since Renate met Ike in England (1951).  I was introduced to him and you, Thea, some  (30) years later.  Renate and I have watched, enjoyed and participated with the family for years – lately at some distance geographically.  
You all have constantly been in our hearts.  We have been praying for you all and have had special prayers sent on Sundays at church services.  My memory is not what it used to be but contacts with you all have remained crystal clear.
We have been blessed by Ike and all of you beyond measure.
We miss you all and wish that we might visit again with you.  That's not likely but is a warm thought.
You have all the love we can share and more.
Ike's passing leaves an emptiness in our life but also leave us memories rich beyond imagining.
May you feel the love that surrounds you today and the caring thoughts that are with you now.
With Sympathy, Dick & Renate

Dear Thea and Family,
We did learn of your loss as I (Bea) was recovering from a hospital stay for pneumonia – so this card has been delayed.  I can only try to imagine all that your family has experienced for many years.  Your journey has now changed.  May God's presence be real to you with comfort and peace.  Shalom, Bea and Barney

I am so sorry for your loss.  He was a wonderful man.  Dr. Kammueller

Sorry to hear of your loss.  Ann, RN

Thea,
So sorry about the loss of your husband.  I'm glad he and my Dad (Mr. Lee MVH) met.  Isaiah was a gentle spirit.  You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Thinking of you and your family,  Anna

Dear Thea, Signe, Sonja, Solveig and Sylvie, 
We are so sorry to hear about Isaiah. He was a great man. We'll always remember his fantastic sense of humor and his kind, loving heart. May God keep you in his loving arms. You are in our thoughts and prayers. Our deepest sympathy and much love....

Thea, Signe, Sonja, Solveig and Sylvie,
Ike was such a nice man.  he will be missed.  
Remember all the "good" times.
Take care, Joyce & John (MVH)

Thea & Sylvie and family.
My thoughts have turned to you and your family so often this past week.  I wanted very much to be at Ike's funeral but found myself with a house full of out of town guests and plans too complicated to change….  I was amazed and overjoyed to see things at FOC (Family of Christ) stacked up 10 high on that center island (in the kitchen for the service at Bethel)!! You are loved and are such a very special part of our church family.  I'm sure his service was amazing and I could tell it was filled with glorious music.

I am, of course, saddened by Ike's passing, but comforted by knowing that your life will calm down now.  Thea, I have always been so impressed by your devotion to Isaiah and the hours you've spent by his side.  I hold you up as a beautiful role model to my children, to show the meaning of married love and loyalty.  These have not been easy years for you either, Thea.  And now, I hope you find the peace and rest you so deeply deserve.  You & Sylvie will especially be in my prayers.  With love, Becky

Dear Timmie,
I'm so sorry I didn't get to talk to you personally at Ike's funeral last Saturday. (I did get a minute with each of your wonderful daughters, but somehow missed you.)  It was a very moving and fitting service for him – what an interesting life he led, and how many lives he touched!  The music, sermon and Sonja's lovely eulogy were wonderful – a great tribute.
I understand Ike's health was failing for a long time.  But even when you're expecting and preparing for his passing, it's still a loss, still sad.  My heart goes out to all of you.
With love and much sympathy, Beth and Bruce

To all the Harriday clan,
My heartfelt condolences to you all on your loss.  Ike was special in so many ways.  I know his last years were difficult ones and I'm happy he can now rest in peace & you all have the satisfaction of knowing he knew of your love for him and that you did all you could to make his life better.  Much love to you all.  Roxy (& Bill too)

To The Harriday Family:
I was so sorry to learn of Isaiah's passing.  We appreciate you thinking of NAMI Minnesota during this difficult time.  We will keep you in our thoughts and prayers.
Sue Abderholden,  NAMI MN Executive Director

Please know how much I care about you and your family.  Lisa

Sylvie and Thea,
With sincere sympathy,
Kris

Thea & Family,
Lori and I loved your Father!  We will miss being on Cursillo  teams and the wonderful conversations we had with him.  We haven't seen you guys for a long time and we miss you.  May Jesus give you His peace in the loss of this wonderful man.
Love Bruce & Lori

Dear Thea and family,
I am so sorry for your loss.  And also very sorry I couldn't be there for the service.  I will pray for your healing.  Best regards, Michelle (TR)

With sympathy and caring,
Mark, Becky, David & Nick DeGrood

Dear Thea and daughters,
Please know you are in our thoughts and prayers.  I'm sorry I was unable to be at the service – I felt I needed to be with David.
I hope you all feel good about all the care you provided for your husband and father.  I could see it was done with love.  I hope these words help to comfort you.
Sincerely, Elaine & David (MVH)

Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.

Dear Thea and Family,
We were blessed to know Ike.  I still use that driveway/lawn trimmer he gave me.  In fact, just last September I was using it and was reminded of that Big Smile and perpetual positive attitude of life.  May God bring you peace.  Ike was such a spirited faith-filled man.  He is remembered for his generosity and smiles, too.  God Bless your family.
Rich and Robin

Thinking of you in your sorrow and wishing you strength in the days ahead.
With Sympathy, Steve, Mariann (Baute), Andrew & Emily

Dear Timmie,
My sincere sympathy and prayers go with you at this time.  I don't know how the years slipped by us.  They did!
Now I am extending my blessings as you continue life without Ike.  May an abundance of memories of your life together and life well lived by yours.
God bless and keep you and your family, Romelle

May your memories and the love of family and friends give you comfort and peace.  You are all in my thoughts and prayers.

Thinking of you in your time of sorrow.
John & Shelley

Dear Thea and family,
You are always in our thoughts & prayers.
Love, Judy, Ron, Daniel and Casey

Thinking of you at this difficult time, and remembering when we first met Ike some 50 years ago.  May special memories abide within you.  Our love & prayers, Don & Barb

Dear Theamarie, Sonja, Signe, Solveig & Sylvie, and other members of Isaiah's family,
When we learned of Isaiah's passing, a journey beyond the limited boundaries of earth, we grieved, but not possibly as you grieve.  You are in our prayers that the Peace of our Risen Lord will be support to you – a Peace that passes our human understanding.  Howard & Julie

Dear Timmie and daughters,
Though you and Ike and your daughters have been a part of our lives for many year, it is still fun to think back to the early days when you were dating.  You were an attractive blond with an engaging personality, and Isaiah was a whirlwind of energy and laughter and fierce faith.  Dan and I loved you both.  You have made our lives richer and fuller for which I thank God, and continue the thanking and the prayers as you grieve Ike's death. I send my love…Kris

Thinking of all of you with fond memories and sending love and hugs.. Marit

So sorry for your loss and hope to see you all soon,  Astri

Love and prayers to you all.  Isaiah will be missed!  Tryg

I am so sorry to hear of Isaiah's passing.  My thoughts and prayers are with your family.  Love to you all, Britta

Dear Harriday Family,
I didn't know Ike very well at St. Olaf but I appreciated his presence there and the gifts he brought to our class.  Apparently he was a veteran of the military too and for that I am grateful.  God bless him!  Sue Severson  St Olaf '63

Dear Timmie,
The Lord has promised to be close.  Take strength and be comforted.
Stan & Bev

Timmie and Family,
We remember Ike fondly and send our support in this fime of grieving.
Sue, Tom and family

Dear Timmie, 
You have been in my thoughts and prayers these last weeks.  So sorry that other plans got in the way of the funeral.  May Christ's peace be with you as you grieve Isaiah's death.  Jean wrote this poem for a friend who had lost both a brother and father within a week.

Death has a bad name
On earth, but in heaven,
It's a home coming party
everytime the door opens.

God does not forget
Those earthbound children,
sad and left behind.

God leaves the party early
To enter into their despair and

To get them ready for their 
Own parties someday.

Blessings,
Phil “Flip” Formo

Dear Thea,
I did not get to know Ike during his lifetime, but I have been hearing warm and wonderful stories about his ministry, his care for people and his love for you.  As this year comes to a close and a new year opens before us, may you be surrounded by God's love and strengthened by Christ's daily presence in your life.  You remain in my prayers.
Yours in God's service – Patricia Lull, Bishop

Thinking of you and hoping that time will bring you comfort.

Thea,  Praying you can feel the peace of Christmas at this sad time.

Dear Timmie,
I was so sorry to read of the death of your husband.  I know his long illness was difficult for you and for your whole family, and this final loss is so sad.  I'm sure he was grateful for all you did to show your love for him.  Thinking of you. Nancy (MA '64)

Aunt Timmie and all my MN family,
I pray peace and sweet sleep be upon all of you.
Please remember this.. I love you.  Uncle Isaiah may be gone, but we can all celebrate him by living our lives to the fullest, applying all he was and forever will be to the rest of our lives.  Be Blessed!

Dear Timmie & Family,
With Sympathy and Prayers.
Phil, Marilee, Cecilee and A.J.

Dear Mrs. Harriday,
Your husband was an amazing man who has left a beautiful legacy.  Much love and peace to you.

Harriday Family,
We're sorry for you loss and will miss Isaiah around the Vets Home, especially at Church. We will miss all of you very much.  You were all a bright spot in our lives.
Rod and Edith Logeland

Thea, Sonja, Signe, Solveig & Sylvie.
So sorry to hear of Isaiah's passing.  Keeping you in our thoughts and prayers.
Debbie, Mo, Zaid and Shereen

So sorry I did not know until after everything was over. I did make an entry in another spot so you should receive that one, I hope. I left my phone number in the hopes you would give me a call so perhaps you, Timmie, and I could have a chat and maybe get together for lunch one day soon.

Always gave the uplifting advice always positive! I Loved that about him! We Love you Uncle! Rest in the Saviors arms!!!

Linda and family

So sorry to hear about Isaiah. Seattle church secretary emailed brother mike bash and he
contacted me. Did not hear in time for funeral. So many good memories of times in no
Minneapolis...hard to believe it was so long ago. I am great fun for the ministry he share with so
many. A memorial will be sent to Elca world hunger program. My prayers are with your family.

Our thoughts are with you as you mourn the loss of your beloved husband and father, Isaiah.

Dear Isaiah, thank you for all your inspiration and care. Nick Ferriola

My deepest sympathies on the passing of your dad.  From conversations with you and reading the obituary, he sounded like a great man – and I know he was because he produced you.  I hope this time of sadness is dulled a bit by the fact that he is no longer suffering and is now at peace.  And remember… he'll always be with you, just not physically here.  Thoughts, prayers, love - a thousand times over, Sally Engebretson

It was a lovely service – beautiful message by Pastor Hanson, lovely music and so touching to see you daughters participate.  Your tribute to your dad was a highlight… truly celebrated his life.  Ike was a special person!  Losing a parent, even when you've been anticipating it is painful and so very difficult.  I'm thinking of you, your siblings and your mom as you grieve this loss.  You're in my heart and in my prayers.  Love,Beth & Bruce

The love shared between you and your dad radiated in each conversation you spoke of him.  I remember the pride beaming from him on your wedding day.  I can't help but think of the number of times your dad must have shared the glorious news of Christ's birth with others.  Seems a special reward that one of his first few days in heaven was Christmas though it had to have been an extra difficult time for you all.  My thoughts and prayers were with you then and they remain there; for strength and peace as you face the moments small and large when grief invades.  With warm sympathy.

An Indian Prayer (shared by Mary Sissel)

“When I am dead, cry for me a little

Think of me sometimes, but not too much…

It is not good for you or your children

to allow your thoughts to dwell too long on the dead.

Think of me now and again as I was in life

at some moment it is pleasant to recall, but not for too long

Leave me in peace, and I, too shall leave you in peace.

While you live… let your thoughts be with the living.”

I know the terrific pain of losing a parent, there's nothing like it.  Our hope is that the good memories help ease that pain over time.  We're so sorry we could not be there for the service.  Beth said it was lovely!  Roxy and I were certainly there in spirit.  Love, Mary & George

Sonja,

So glad I had the chance to reminisce with Ike and your mother at a recent St. Olaf class reunion. His life was a gift to us all.  I was an art education major. My life as I knew it ended when I was subjected to a powerful antibiotic (levaquin) for a leg wound in 2011. Not worth the risk of nerve damage, if any doctor should prescribe it. 

I hope heaven is a good place to be and I will see your father there.

Your friend,
Stephanie Henriksen

Dear Thea and family,
Please receive our condolences in the wake of Isaiah's passing.  This is a loss for so many people, but it is you folks who most feel the pain.  You folks have been the very definition of love in your care of Isaiah, living examples of the kind of sacrifice that can only be born from deep devotion and love.  Thank you.  Thea, I am grateful for the decision that brought you folks to Family of Christ.  It opened the door, so to speak, for many lovely conversations with Isaiah.  There was an unmistakable dignity about him, a person of fairness, with principles that were strong and enduring.  Yet, Isaiah also had a truly loving faith that reached out to everyone, and made room even for those whose beliefs and actions were different than his own.  He comforted me.  This was especially true in the midst of those communion meals at the VA.  I shall miss him.  We all will.
Love, Margaret and Lon

Thea, I am so very sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.  As the Greeks say, May you have a long life!  My deepest condolences.

Thea – Sorry to hear about your loss – my thoughts are with you and your family.

Please be comforted that your husband is in a better place now.  It has been a rough stretch over the past years.  Cherish all the fond memories you two have had together.

Prayers for you and your family as you continue healing during this tough time.

Thea, I'm so sorry for your loss. I know you've had such a difficult couple of years and the loss must be unbelievably painful. I knew Isaiah was having problems, but I didn't expect this. I hope your kids are holding you up and giving you strength. It must have been an empty Christmas-time for you and your family. Know that I am thinking of you and am here if you want to go grab a cup of coffee and chat. I pray for peace and comfort for you and your kids in the New Year.

Thea - I'm really sorry to hear about your husband.  My thoughts and prayers will be with you and your girls.
Take care of yourself!

December 27, 2014 at Bethel ELCA - such a wonderful service... wish I could have stayed for the whole afternoon! Prayers to you all... and gratitude for the uplifting and faith-filled leadership at Ike's service.

We are so sorry about your dad's passing. Even though it was expected, we know how hard it is for you to lose him. We are thinking of you, Brad and family. Sending big hugs. Love,

Thea, Sylvie and family: I am so sorry for your loss. I'm keeping you all close in my thoughts and prayers.

May Peace fill your very being Signe as you go through this difficult passing of your father.

Signe, Sonja and all, I'm so sorry to hear of your dad's passing. Much love and light to all of you as you start the next part of this journey without him.

So sorry to hear the news of Isaiah's passing, You are in my thoughts and prayers during this difficult time.

Many of us remember Ike as a warm caring man. He was always smiling and had a good word about everything. I ment to visit him today but weather got in my way. Blessings to Ike and family. God bless !!

My prayers are with each and every one of you. Isaiah will be missed by so many. Wish I could hug you now. Be with you by Sun evening, God willing. Love to all.

With Sympathy
"When we on that final journey go
that Christ is for us preparing,
we'll gather in song, our heartsaglow,
all joy of the heavens sharing;
and there we will join God's endless praise,
with angels and saints adoring."
ELW 627
— St. Paul Synod Evangelical Church of America, January 5, 2015

Timmie and Sonja, Signe, Solveig and Sylvie
Words are never adequate to convey deep feelings. Most every thought and feeling is an understatement. Ike was always engaging and sincerely interested in our catching up when we had occasion to get together, the last time when we visited at length at the VA Hospital. Please know that even from a distance your hearts and mine are close and linked, Ike included.

You will all be in my thoughts and prayers and this sad time. Isaiah will be missed by so many. I will always remember him coming to visit Sylvie in kindergarten with his giant smile, being so proud of her.

Sadly, I will not be able to be with you today to celebrate Pastor's life. You know I am with you in spirit. We share so much history, our two families. So many good times, and a few challenging ones. It is difficult to find a picture of a Gallagher Easter brunch without there being a "Harriday" in the mix! My mom loved Pastor, you and the girls so very much. You were all so special to her. We send our thoughts, prayers and love to you today. We hold Pastor and you all in our hearts always.

Dearest Thea, Sylvie and girls,
Love comes down at Christmas. Wrap yourselves up in that Heavenly Love and memories of old. Let all the good your father accomplished in his life be the Light.
Like Jesus, he is able to give you all peace. Your mom is free to cherish memories,to love all of you even more now...less driving, rushing anxiousness??
Your dad fought the good fight, so have you.
Just be knowing your dad is now with you wherever you go! 
Isaiah 9:2
Love,

Thea and Family - my condolences on your loss. I hope you find peace that your loved one is in a better place.

I was sad to hear of this news. I remember this man so full of faith and the Spirit who I met over twenty years ago. Unique, passionate, faithful, proclaimer, and one who paved new roads. I valued his encouragement, that big delightful smile, and words of blessing. He always held out high hopes for himself, his family, the church, and what God was doing. I will hold your family in my prayers in this time of grief and celebration.

I'm a better man for being able to call Ike my friend.

It was a privilege on Friday to spend precious time with you in God's promise that not even death can separate us from God' s love. It was your gift of love to me years ago in L.A., and my privilege now to again be wrapped in that eternal embrace. We know that that grasp continues to hold Ike close, and to support you Harriday ladies. Prayers of peace to you all now.

With fond memories of our St. Olaf 50th reunion.

Thea & family- May God give you His Peace during this difficult time. Isaiah is free from the pain and troubles of this life and rejoicing with His Savior in heaven! We give thanks for all Isaiah did for others, his memory lives on.

  Thea and Sylvie, I was so sorry to hear of Isaiah's passing. My heart aches for you and your loved ones. Although I had never met him, after reading what a loving, caring and energetic person he was, I know he will be greatly missed. My sincerest sympathies.

Sonja, Brad, and family,
Cathy and I are so sorry for your loss. May there be many happy memories to sustain you during this difficult time. Hugs from GA.

Thea, Sylvie and girls,
I am sorry to hear of Isaiah's passing, but comforted knowing that he is at peace. I hope you have a bit of that peace right now as well. With love and hugs.

Timmie and girls: I'm sorry to hear about Ike's passing. Although I can't be at his memorial service, I'll always remember Ike and think of him as one of my brothers. Ike had such energy and enthusiasm when he was younger and healthier -- quite the ardent evangelist! Peace, love, prayers and hugs for all of you. (Love seeing the photos -- thanks for posting them on CaringBridge.org)

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Isaiah Warfield Harriday

18 mars 1932 – 19 décembre 2014

Sunset & Kapala-Glodek Funeral Home and Sunset Cemetery

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