
At only 65-years-old longtime Running Springs resident Charles Van Kirk went to be with his Lord on May 25 at 1:30 p.m. after a valiant four and one-half year battle with mesothelioima cancer. His memorial service will be held at Calvary Chapel Camp at 32355 Green Valley Lake Road at 10 a.m. 0n Saturday, June 2.
Pastor Van Kirk was loved by his parishoners and mountain friends. He was honored by the Running Springs Area Chamber of Commerce in 2010 and while everyone knows he’s in a peaceful place now his absence in the community will be felt for many years. He was the guiding light of Rim of the World Community Church from 1985 to 2010 when he retired. He and his wife Diane moved to Running Springs so he could serve as Senior Pastor. The couple raised their daughters in the mountains and the girls attended local schools.
Pastor Van Kirk is survived by his wife Diane, their twin daughters Krista Moorman of Chattanooga, Tennessee and Kelly Marten of Lake Elsinore and their daughter Lindsey Ferronato who lives in Running Springs. The Van Kirk’s have been adoring grandparents to their six grandchildren.
Pastor Van Kirk enjoyed skiing, hiking, woodworking and driving his Shelby convertible. He was a much-loved pastor who led his congregation by example to be prayer warriors and to reach out in love to everyone. He was such an example of practicing what he preached and he always welcomed new friends with enthusiasm . A tall, strong man, his hugs and automatic laugh and joy of living were some of the characteristics that made him much beloved by the community he served, and not just by his parishioners. Always an active man, the pastor enjoyed skiing, hiking, woodworking and driving his Shelby convertible. He was a much-loved pastor who led his congregation by example to be prayer warriors and to reach out in love to everyone. He was a Godly man who loved Jesus with all his heart, soul and mind.
During the Vietnam War Pastor Van Kirk served in the U.S. Navy, often in terrifying and horrifying situations as the small boat he was on with his other “Navy” buddies saw a lot of action.
At the time of his death he was only 65 years old. He was born in the Panama Canal Zone on Nov. 4, 1946 to Mande Elizabeth and Thurl C. Van Kirk Sr. He grew up with his sister, Silvia Peterson in Denver, Colorado where he graduated from Lincoln High School and the University of Colorado. He married Diane Kay Lentzner on December 5, 1969 in Denver and the couple moved to Pasadena where he graduated from Fuller Theological Seminary. In 1985 they moved to Running Springs so he could serve as Senior Pastor at Rim Community church.
Pastor Van Kirk was a tall large man, with the most wonderful laugh and voice and he was gifted with a sense of fun and a wonderful sense of humor. Adults loved him but so did children, partly because when you would hear that big barrel laugh he had, you couldn’t help but laugh right along with him. About two years ago the Running Springs Area Chamber of Commerce honored him at a dinner at Snow Valley Mountain Resort for his years of serving the communities in many different ways.
He truly was one of a kind and was loved and respected by people throughout the Running Springs, Arrowbear Lake and Green Valley Lake communities.
Memorial donations may be made to the Mesothelioma Research in the name of the Van Kirk family.
We all have the ability to affect other people; either by our experiences and empathy and love, or conversely, by our exclusion and bitterness. He certainly chose the path of reaching out, supporting people, stretching his long, strong arms out to people in need, either spiritually or by physically helping them. Either way, he leaves this life with people adoring him and his principles and being grateful for his life on this earth and all he accomplished in a very small town called Running Springs.
To say that his death leaves a void in the community is such an understatement and at times they this, words often fail us.
“This one is for you, dear friend…..”
Do not stand by my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the quiet, uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand my grave and cry, I am not there….I did not die!
………………………………………………………………Author Unknown