Ole Van Olds
Ole Van Olds was born on May 29, 1938, in Commerce, Oklahoma, to Sadie and Ole Preston Olds. He was the youngest of 18 children. He went to be with his Lord May 17, 2008.
He married his high school sweetheart, Darla, in 1959.
He attended Columbia Basin College in Pasco, Washington and Northwest Assembly of God College in Kirkland, Washington. He was an Ordained Bishop in the Church of God. His ministry began in Wapato, Washington, Church of God, where he served as pastor from 1965 until 1968. In 1968 the family (which now include son, Eric, and daughter, Elayne) moved to Texas, where Ole was State Evangelist from 1968 until 1970. He served as pastor of the Bonham Church of God from 1970 until 1974.
While there a fellowship hall was added to the church. The Amarillo Church of God elected him their pastor in 1974, and the family was there until 1978. A new building was built and a new parsonage was purchased. He was appointed a National Evangelist in 1978 and served in that capacity until 1982 (living in Phoenix, Arizona, and Fort Worth, Texas). He was elected pastor of the Church of God in Iowa Park in 1982 and a new church, gymnasium and parsonage were built under this leadership. He was pastor at Iowa Park for 20 years. Ole and Darla moved to Weatherford, Texas, in 2002, where Ole served in the State Executive Office as Director of Home Missions and Evangelism until 2006. In August, 2006, they moved back to Iowa Park, and Ole served as State Evangelist until his death in May, 2008.
He served on the Church of God State Youth Board, State Evangelism Board and State Council.
Ole was known as a great preacher of the gospel. His heart, even as serving as pastor, was evangelism.
He was a much loved husband, father and grandfather.
The family wants to thank the many, many people who visited him in the hospital. Many shared with him what his ministry had meant in their lives.
His parents, brothers, Otto, Joe, Don, and Lee Carl and sisters Neomi Olds and Viola Garrison preceded him in death.
Survivors include his wife, Darla, of Iowa Park; son, Eric and wife, Carol, of Iowa Park; daughter, Elayne Thompson and husband Ray, of Iowa Park; brother, Billy of Coos Bay, Oregon; sister Alta Payne of Kennewick, Washington; sister Mabel McGhee of Kennewick, Washington; grandchildren Courtney, Cayla, Ethan, Rhagen and Catherine “Kitty”.
Funeral Services will be 2 p.m. Tuesday, May 20, 2008 at Lakeview Church of God with Bishop W. T. Ainsworth of Vidor, Texas, Rev. Ted Gray of Iowa Park, Texas and Bishop Dan Boling officiating. Burial will be at Highland Cemetery under the direction of Dutton Funeral Home.
Visitation will be Monday, 6 until 8 p.m., May 19, 2008 at Dutton Funeral Home Chapel.
The family suggests memorials to the American Heart Association.
A Tribute to Bishop Ole Olds
By Scott Pugh
Oh what a finish, what a grand celebration.
The award a prize planned since the dawn of creation.
What an incredible finish and I stand in ovation.
To a race that goes on and is reaching a nation.
Not only this nation but the world’s being reached
Due to the race that you ran, practiced and preached.
At the start, from the blocks always focused and trained.
Each time that you ran
It was the Kingdom that gained
The race that you ran, so anointed and powered
Never once from the truth did your course ever cower
You seized my attention when watching you run
Your race had a purpose it was a run for the Son
To me, you’re my hero, a fact that is true
Never before have I seen one run quite like you
In my heart grew a burning a passion to run
So I cried out one night in a prayer to the One
“God” I cried out, “I want to run in this race.”
“and run like my hero and try to keep pace.”
God answered that prayer and I’ve ran ever since.
I run for the King and that makes me a prince.
That’s why you’re my hero and for all that I do,
Every time that I race is a tribute to you.
You planted a seed that grew into a gift;
A gift that is treasured a race ran to uplift.
A mantle’s been passed the bar has been raised;
Cause of the race that you ran and the paths that you blazed.
And I know at the moment when you crossed that line
You were met by a Saviour saying, “son you ran mighty fine!”
“Look at the thousands all gathered because of your run,
Their lives they surrendered, and their hearts they were won!”
And since crossing the finish I know in my heart
That you’re cheering me on at each race that I start
And run I’ll continue till there comes a day
When I cross the finish and I’ll hear you say:
“Welcome home son, who taught you to run?”
“It was you.” I’ll say “My hero and Mentor, and my number one!”