The Ven. Fr. Frank Pannitti RIP

Fr.Frankweb.jpg Fr. Frank left for his heavenly abode last night at 11:30 pm. We all hoped that he would rebound back to life, but the Good Lord willed otherwise. We accept His will as we pray “Thy will be done”. We extend our heartfelt condolences to Mrs. June Pannitti and all the clergy and members of Christ our Saviour and the Diocese of Pacific Southwest.
Its with deep gratitude to the Lord, we celebrate the priestly service of Fr. Frank Pannitti on his passing away into eternal glory. Anyone who had come close to Fr. Frank would have seen the zeal, enthusiasm and love he had for the church. As his bishop, I have seen his zeal for his flock and his deep love for the church. He was the most loyal and obedient priest. He is a very dear friend who will be greatly missed. I’m sure He is in the loving arms of our Heavenly Father.
A tree is known by its fruits. Christ our Savior Anglican Church is a living testament of how much Fr. Frank loved the Lord and His people. The congregation in the Anglican Paradise of Alpine, will miss the ever-caring pastor and friend in Fr. Frank and he will be missed by all. This little church in the barn constantly buzzed with activity, besides its Liturgical celebrations.
Fr. Frank as you are in the Lord’s heavenly kingdom, continue to intercede for us before the Lord, that we may continue to live our lives faithfully, so at the end of our earthly sojourn, we will be glad to be back home.
Here is a hymn that was most dear to Fr. Frank’s heart–a priest who labored ceasely for the Lord and His flock. Click on the Youtube below and sing along this hymn- an invitation to us pilgrims to labor on for the Lord as we continue our life towards our ultimate destination – Heaven.
Come, labor on.
Who dares stand idle on the harvest plain,
while all around us waves the golden grain?
And to each servant does the Master say,
“Go work today.”
Come, labor on.
The enemy is watching night and day,
to sow the tares, to snatch the seed away;
while we in sleep our duty have forgot,
he slumbered not.
Come, labor on.
Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear!
No arm so weak but may do service here:
by feeblest agents may our God fulfill
his righteous will.
Come, labor on.
Claim the high calling angels cannot share–
to young and old the Gospel gladness bear;
redeem the time; its hours too swiftly fly.
The night draws nigh.
Come, labor on.
No time for rest, till glows the western sky,
till the long shadows o’er our pathway lie,
and a glad sound comes with the setting sun.
“Servants, well done.”
Come, labor on.
The toil is pleasant, the reward is sure,
blessed are those who to the end endure;
how full their joy, how deep their rest shall be,
O Lord, with thee.