Listen to the conference call from March 3^rd sharing about Barbara’s life and ministry.

my journey with Barbra Walton Coil

In 1975 Barbra was living in Oscoda with Ruth Manning. prior to that she spent some time down in Springfield Mo. at the house of prayer with Bill Brittin and his wife.  In the summer of 75 Jill and I took a road trip with the Manning family and Barbra  to Camp Dominion in northern Minnesota were Bill Brittin was scheduled to speak. the camp was owned and operated by Charles Schmidt and Art Kats. We camped in tents Shawn was 6 weeks old at the time.Barbra and Ruth thought it would be better for Shawn to sleep with them in the bigger tent being the motherly types that they were. this was our first born and Jill was very reluctant to give him up even for a minute,but she submitted to the wisdom of her elders.  .

  10 years later I went to Africa with Cecil and Mavis, Burt Asbil, Charles Stanley and Barbra and  I . they sent us out two by two, Barbra and I were paired together, I will never forget this meeting I think we were in Lagos, all of us were together for this meeting,. when the preaching was complete we had an alter call and the whole front of the building filled with people who wanted prayer.Barbra began to pray over this one lady and the lady dropped to the floor and began to slither across the room like a snake . Barbra chased her down and stood her on her feet. She commanded the spirit that had a hold on the woman to release her. Then she declared a divorce over this woman who and been given to this spirit by her father when she was just a child Nobody told Barb this she just knew it by the spirit.

   Again some years later we were with Barbra ans Sharon in Jamaica it was like coming home to see my family.

Just recently I had an opportunity to speak with Barbra on the phone when Jerry Gadwa went to Nebraska  to visit  she began to speak to me remembering Africa, our travels together,and 

what a wonderful  time we had together in the Lord.Barbra was very discerning, a mother to the Church, A sister to me and a great friend..She certainly ran the Race that was set before her with all she had she will be missed.

Until we meet again 

Oh my Barbara, I sobbed at the thought of your suffering, but Jesus took you quickly and now you are whole!   

Words seem so inadequate to express my love and respect for you, but I want everyone to know what great spiritual influence you 

have been in my life and how since Mom is gone you brought great comfort to sit at your counsel and know, really know the presence of 

the Holy Spirit!

When my mom led your mom to Christ, our lives met even at a distance and in years to come the relationship grew to be life changing.

Lessons you taught have changed my life!  We were in the Northwest Territories and you taught something to the effect, you don't have 

to work so many crazy hours to make big money. God is our supply and indeed how it has been...stopped working 3 jobs and sure enough

always had more than enough.   The night you preached on the anointing oil and you got to meekness and how the Spirit hit me and I began

to sob and couldn't wait to make peace with someone in the church!

When you were living at Glory Temple and became the young people's leader...makes me smile...somebody 50....and how the young people

fell in love with you because you were real and you told the truth and they were most spiritual young people in the area. What a great 

testimony to your life..but it was always that way!  A natural born leader, anointed and never softened the message, but told it like it 

really is, you changed many lives!

Oh how I loved to hear the stories of your travels and the miracles that were common to your everyday life!  The story you told of how you

died and were at the feet of Jesus and how there was no pain in that place (just how wonderful it felt), but He sent you back....remembering that experience you shared, I knew that you were looking forward to that heavenly place of no pain!

There has been no one like you in my life! How you have blessed me over and over...when you would say "You sounded just like your mother when preaching tonight."  Always words of encouragement, always!

Last, thanks for bringing your cousin, Richard, to campmeeting at Glory Temple in 1987.  He has been most wonderful husband any person could have, always my supporter and my love!

What a joy to have known you, what a joy to have experienced your teaching and your love!  You will be missed even more as the reality of this all sinks in...but someday we shall see each other again!

Thank you Barbara Coil for being all that Jesus called you to be!

Sharon Harvey

Remembrances of Barbara

TRIBUTE TO BARBARA COIL:

I first crossed paths with sister Barbara at the Bloomington Convention of
1983 (also her sister Sharon and brother Clayt). She would come to Nebraska
periodically through the rest of the decade and early nineties, where we all
partook of her rich ministry. She was always quality to listen to, and I have
told her this. She was quite gifted as a preacher. She was the contact through
which we were introduced to quite a few brethren from abroad.
I did not really know her much personally until after her marriage to
John in I think 1991. Jim Thiele, Anita Pelan and myself accompanied her on a
drive
to Grand Rapids, Minnesota in 1995, where we were in meetings with George
Warnock, Bob Phillips (worked with David Wilkerson) and brother Clayt. During
the long driving hours we became much more acquainted. After this, we continued
to hear Barbara's ministry in the area from time to time.
Then came the Coils' move to Nebraska in 2017. They moved right to our
town of David City, where Barbara had to live in an assisted care facility for
most of the remaining years of her life. We would have rich times of personal
conversation about the things of God, which would distract her from the bodily
ailments giving her such trouble. In her last conversation with us, she told us
that she was going to have to go through something much harder. This was three
days prior to the amputation.
We are rejoicing for her end of earthly suffering, but we do miss her. We
are thankful to Jesus for Barbara's life and work. She is an overcomer.

Bob and Carole Unger


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Our first connection to Barbara was by a letter approximately 1980 signed B Walton. She told us later that she was reluctant to put her first name down as she thought we would not approve of women ministry. You see she had written a prophetic word for us at exactly the right time in our lives which greatly encouraged us in the Lord. She had received our address from a retired Assemblies of God minister, Charles Krull from Springfield Mo who knew the Robinson family. I wrote back to say how much this word was appreciated and if she was ever this way to come.
On Barbara's first ministry trip to Europe she called from London to say she was coming over to N Ireland. David met her at Belfast airport with a notice board with her name on it as we had never met.
Little did she know at that precise time C Krull was staying in our home and meetings were already planned.
Barb and Charles ministered together when there was a great hunger here for more of God and many were ministered to in house groups and some churches.
On the morning of departure to
go to airport then to London to meet Clare Thunder before going into eastern Europe with Bibles. We had prayed and Charles said 'just a moment', then he went to his bedroom and came back and poured out from a bag of money that was given to him as senior at the various meetings.
She cried and to our amazement she said she was literally going to go to the airport and wait till she was given a ticket. She had not asked for money and had none left.Yet this money took Clare and her to (then)communist Europe with the Bibles and established little groups in a number of countries including Czechoslovakia, Switzerland and others also.
They returned to us in N I staying to share and exhort many.
Yes it was during 'the troubles' and we were always safe and divinely protected as we made many journeys to places we hadn't been before. None of these were planned and often I would ring a few folks n then there were invitations and meetings
This was the same for the many trips she made to us. She brought others with her like Anna Mae Black, Sharon her sister, Tom Lafrance , Tonia from Stockton (I think) Linda ? from Skylar Philippino girls, Roz, Emma Memuri from Hawaii Linda ? Pavlena from Czech, the Nigerian church in London

Cecil Ducille and Burt Aspbill Gary Sonmore and his wife Tom Campbell Mark Yantze and his wife and others from Sonlight were introduced to Ireland through Barbara I hope I haven't left out any Forgive me if I have.
All were such a blessing to the Body of the Lord in Ireland
John and Barb came several times too latterly.
Barbara was a beloved sister in the Lord.
David and Heather Robinson

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Barbara

Hello. I'm Barb Lafrance from Madill, Ok. Sitting here reflecting on the many memories of Barbara. First time was at John Baynes in Michigan. Tom & I met this bold, outspoken lady who had the love of the Lord all over her. She made many trips to our home and ministered to many groups in our Wisconsin. Area. The ties continued as she introduced to the Phillipines and doors opened up there. Tom & her, along with Sharon went to Ireland dodging bombs & bullets.yes there usually was an adventure when Barbara was around. Recall when she and I went on the road for 2-3 months in a run down blue car trusting the Lord to get us to the next place. We haven't seen each other very often the past years due to distance and physical limitations but when we did call or did get together it was just like we just saw each other. I will miss my sister and my friend.


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Barb Walton / Coil

This very last night into this very morning 3-2-2020 in a dream that was no dream, my wife, Sally and I had 'traveled' to see Barb. She sat on a couch and was speaking to us and the small group that was there of her life in God and His life in her. At one point, I reached out my hand and put it on Barb's shoulder and neck to see if it was real, and it was. Not your normal dream. I don't really understand it.

 

The meeting lasted a long while and as I visited with other attendees I began my own personal grieving process. In her speech, she was saying a few, "do you remember when?" and some of what she said was like, "do you know that". It was a very full night and, as always, Barb had no judgment for my imperfections, and she knew them well, as she had always been the one I could call when I had a fall, or was angry, or ready to give up, or overtaken in a sin. She would always know when to stop me and to say, let's pray and she would and I would break, like I am breaking now while writing this.

 

One time Barb called me from Finland or someplace 'over there' and she was weeping. The Lord in me immediately said to me to tell her  "I am her land-Lord".  I stopped her and told her what I had just heard in the Spirit and her tears turned into rejoicing. She said to me, "Thank you, That is just what I needed to hear. I just lost my flat" (That's what they call an apartment in strange places.) So, at that moment, she was homeless, rejoicing in God in a strange land. Can you still hear her voice that was mostly a mixture of tears and rejoicing. A certain crack in her voice. Yes…

 

One time, She and maybe some of her travelers came to stay with us a few days. The calls started to come in. One couple called me and asked, 'Ray can we come over and talk. We are having some marriage problems. They came and Barb and I prayed and counseled them in our living room.  When we worked together on those types of things and on some of her writings and mailings, there was some kind of imparted anointing that was both exciting and convicting.  

 

The dead baby brought to her in the middle of the night, the trip to Switzerland that my daughter went with and they got stranded for three days in Yugoslavia because of overbooked flights. That one boy from Iceland that asked for prayer in one of the Schuyler meetings and Cecil, Peter and Burt and one more could not cast out the demon… I can still hear the noise of Barbs' hard shoes walking up to the platform and as she laid hands on that stoical boy, she cried out lout, "Thor and Odin, I know you, come of or him and leave him alone". Some of you may remember that boy making noises like a volcano and then he fell down and some thought that he died and might have started to resuscitate him, but he got up a new boy and walked around the whole congregation and shook everybody's hand and said, 'Thank you, Thank you, Thank you… I had lunch with that boy after and he had gone from proud and stoical to humble and thankful.    

 

The memories and anointed experiences would fill 20 pages and more and I know that I must stop soon. Let me also say, that giving offerings to Barb was almost akin to something like magic. (probably not the right word to use in this group, I understand)  Same day- 10 fold results in my hand in cash with joy.  The Lord loves a cheerful giver and it was more like awe and hilarity. The Lord was every time, faithful and, like I said, same day the envelope went into the mail it was back into my hand. I can't explain it but nobody can explain God's economy.  We think 2 plus 2 = 4, but it is really like 4 minus 2 = 8. Oh, Hallelujah!   God taught me this through the experiences with Barb. We all need to really know it in God.

 

As I began to wake up from might night long visit at her wake with Barb very much alive, I laid there this very morning and soaked it all up and wondered if it was a dream or a visitation or what I needed out of it and then saw Barb 'somewhere' with a new white flying suit. It had some kind of wings but they did not flap much and she did take offs and landings, touch and go and then as she got the hang of it she did not land, but there was much elation and joy and she was moving by the spirit like she did when she was in the body, to the world and only Japan was not visited by her, and maybe a few other places.

 

Barb has learned to fly. She is wearing a strange looking white robe that probably has some kind of propulsion unit in it that I don't understand, though I saw it, and there is some kind of holy righteousness and a peace which makes no sense whatsoever  according to this world's knowledge  and a joy unspeakable and full of glory.

 

I want that. I want Him.

 

Lord, I thank you for Your Flow that I witnessed and needed through Your servant, Barb. Let that Flow flow through me as it has been and more and more until You come or I go. What else is there?

 

Even so, Come, Lord Jesus.  And the bride also says, 'Come'.

 

 

The psychologists of today say that the grieving process is made up of five steps.

Denial

Anger

Depression

Bargaining

Acceptance.

 

This has only acceptance.  But still I must stop and wipe my eyes.

 

Ray Gingrich

Barbara

When life comes to an end memories start to rise, tiers start to flow and thankfulness starts to rise.

Thank you for sharing your life with us, thank you for giving your time and sharing your love to our Lord Jesus.

Hello brethren, 

In honoring the life and ministry of sister Barbara Coil we have setup this website for everyone to read and to post their memories, condolences, and expressions of love for Barbara. There are several ways for you to express your memories. 

1.    For those that want to write a message, you can email it to gsonmore.barbcoil@blogger.com and it will automatically be posted on this website. 

2.    For those that would like to leave a voicemail, you can leave your message at 720-336-9202 and they will be posted on this website for others to listen. 

3.    Join a LIVE Conference Call on Tuesday at 7:00 p.m. Central time (8 ET) to share with others about Barbara’s life and ministry. Call 720-820-1407 to join the conference call. 

   May these messages be a blessing for all.