My tribute to my brother Allan Zinger

I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who attended my brother Allan’s funeral last Wednesday, September 11, 2013. The outpouring of support was tremendous and my family would like to thank everyone who helped by sending food, visiting with us, sending cards, getting the Barn ready and by praying for us.

I was reminded of something I wanted to share at Allan’s funeral which is the Biblical meaning of Allan’s name. It means friend, and he was truly a friend to us all.

Allan loved everyone without reservation, no matter who they were. Allan’s relationship with our heavenly Father was very real and it showed in his love for the community.

Allan and I shared everything and our similarities go far beyond being identical twins born on the same day. We both have four children and 11 grandchildren. We both came to accept Jesus as our Lord and Saviour within two days of each other, and we both received and experienced the gift of the Holy Spirit with the evidence of speaking in tongues at the same time. These experiences were life changing for us as they showed that God is very much alive by His Spirit and that nothing happens by chance.

This faith we found in Jesus changed our lives. It is the same faith that gives us hope in Jesus for eternal life, faith to believe for healing and faith to believe that people can be raised from the dead. These things still happen today, especially in Third World countries. If you watch 100 Huntley Street or the Miracle Channel, you will sooner or later hear a testimony of God raising a person from the dead.

Because I believe in my heart that a person can be raised from the dead, I asked Jesus for this miracle for Allan. My request was not granted and as I said in my prayer for Allan, I would accept it. I loved my brother enough that I would have done anything to get him back including anything that people would consider foolish. I am at peace knowing Allan is in heaven with Jesus and also at peace knowing that I did everything I could do to have him here with us to finish the work that God called us to do.

Here is a poem that is very fitting for Allan:


For every hill I’ve had to climb,

For every stone that bruised my feet,

For all the blood, sweat and grime,

For blinding storms and burning heat,

My heart sings but a grateful song:

These were the things that made me strong.

For all the heartaches and the tears

And all the anguish and the pain

For gloomy days and fruitless years

And for the hopes that I’ve lived in vain,

I do give thanks for now I know

These were the things that helped me grow.

It’s not the softer things in life

Which stimulate man’s will to strive,

But bleak adversity and strife

Do most to keep man’s will alive.

Over rose-strewn paths the weaklings creep,

But brave hearts dare to climb the steep.


-Author unknown


Claud and Diane; Denise, Bryce and family; Darren, Shannon and family; Dan, Heidi and family; Dwayne, Erica and family.


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