This is a Eulogy shared at the Memorial Service for Betty Zeulner
I am very honored and humbled that the Zeulner family has allowed me to share my memories of Betty. I have known Betty for some 18 years since my husband I came to FBC to pastor this church. Betty has been a dear friend and mentor to be for all those years. As I approached this day I thought about what I could tell you about Betty.
I thought I could tell you that she was a devoted wife to Dale for 63 years and she was. She loved Dale and supported him throughout their lives together. She prayed for him daily especially when he was in law enforcement. I am certain her prayer life was honed over those years.
I thought I could tell you what a loving mother she was to Susan, Tom , and Beth, and she was. She raised them to love God, she prayed for them, and tried her best to balance her parenting with giving them independence and freedom to be themselves, which is difficult for any parent. She loved being mom-in-law to Dennis, Jody and Steve.
I thought I could tell you what a proud grandmother she was . Kory and Kyle she was so proud of the men you were becoming. Tami, Luke and Heidi, Andy and Kate, Derick and Rebecca, Ryan and Jenn, she was extremely proud of you and the godly men and women you are, and are becoming; proud of your giftedness and your passion to use your gifts for the glory of the Lord.
I thought I could tell you what a doting great grandmother she was to Samuel, Jacob, Braiden, Elijah, Hutch, Oakes, Zane, Taylor and Makayla. Often she would come to Tuesday Bible study with new pictures of the great-grands to share.
Then I thought I could tell you what an accomplished artist she and how art spoke to her of her Creator, and how she loved colors. That she was a prayer warrior; an evangelist, discipler, mentor; I could tell you what a dear friend she was to many of us as she was to most of you; how she mentored many young women especially young mothers in our Tuesday Bible study by just sharing life with them.
She was a special friend and mentor to me. She saw in this introverted pastor’s wife potential that I did not see in myself. She pursued a friendship with me and over the years though lunches she would not let me pay for unless it was her birthday, art shows, retreats, flower shows, and bible study. She encouraged me, prodded me, and pushed me and praised me in her gentle Quaker way to growth and good works. When I became her Bible study teacher, she never let a class go by without a word of encouragement and praise, and in fact her last words to me in the hospital in Santa Barbara were words of encouragement. When my own mother passed away 9 years ago, I think she anticipated how rutterless I might become and she stepped in and became a second mom to me. I often told my friends that when I grow up I wanted to be Betty Zeulner.
There is a lot more I could tell you about Betty but there is one description of her that is more important than wife, mother, grandmother, friend and mentor. There is one description that encapsulates her life. She was a Holy Women who hoped in God.
1 Peter 3 says wives, be subject to your own husbands, so that even if some do not obey the word, they may be won without a word by the conduct of their wives, 3 Do not let your adorning be external— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious. 5 For this is how the holy women who hoped in God used to adorn themselves,
This verse describes for me Betty more than any other. She was a beautiful woman on the outside for sure, and I am sure the Dale agrees. But her inner beauty and grace, her gentle and quiet spirit drew everyone to her. The moment you met her you knew that this was a woman who walked with Jesus. She had difficult times like all of us, years of good health and sickness, times of prosperity and times of trials; but through it all her hope in God and her trust in Him never wavered.
Betty could hope in God because she spent time with Him in prayer; not just talking but listening; she spent time in His Holy Word; not just reading but mediating; she allowed the word to change her; and she spent time with God’s people not just worshipping but serving and sharing her very life.
To the very last breath that she took on this earth, she was a holy woman who hoped in God and hoped that all of us would also place our hope and lives in her God and Savior as well.