To all of our beloved readers, "grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ" (Rom 1:7). I am writing this full of loss and sorrow, yet with joy. Joy because my dear friend and brother in Christ is now with He whom he loved with all his heart, and with all his soul, and with all his strength, and with all his mind (cf. Lk 10:27).
He lived daily his commitment to God and family. He and his wife Marianne have six living children (Aaron, Jacob, Hannah, Rachel, Mary, and Rebekah) who are all signs of their parents' great love and faith. To be around this great family was to experience Christ's love and the joy of having a large family. He was a man for the family sacrificing any career aspirations to stay home and homeschool his beloved girls. He took his girls to Mass almost every morning, saying that the most important lesson of their day was the Mass and that all other learning would stem from that. He was so focused on raising his children to be holy. He was so proud of his children and found great joy in watching their lives unfold. And Marianne...Marianne was the love of his life. He would tell me that she was his comfort, his support, his life, and that her courage, devotion, determination, compassion, and love kept their family together. I wish I could express the great loss Marianne and her beloved children are experiencing now but it is impossible...so instead I wanted to put in words my memories and thoughts of Darius, my dear, dear friend.
Darius was a devout Catholic who had traveled a long road of faith. Darius came to Christ through Protestantism, and then, through years of prayerful discernment and indepth study of Sacred Scripture, historical writings, theological and philosophical works, and the teachings of the Catholic Church he came to believe, without any doubt, the absolute truth of the Catholic Faith. His life was a shining example of what it means to be Catholic. He was a man of the sacraments, being a daily communicant, an instructor of those preparing to baptize their children, a believer in frequent confession, a living witness of the power of the sacrament of marriage, and a man who deeply valued and respected the priesthood. He was a lector, considering it a great honor to be able to proclaim the Word of God at Mass. He was a man with a Eucharistic heart, placing the highest value on the Mass, where he would say he goes to be strengtened and refreshed for the journey and to encounter the Lord Jesus.
He was an "active" supporter and promulgator of the right to life, living it in a "contraception-free" marriage. He participated in first Saturday prayer services outside of abortion mills. He was involved in the pro-life marches here in Atlanta as well as elsewhere. He proclaimed the Gospel of Life from the roof tops to all who would listen or who had a mailbox. We could all learn much from his example.
Darius was a great intellect. I have met few men or women who could hold a candle to the wisdom and understanding of Darius Lecesne. He was an avid reader and seeker of truth. He had an extensive library and was always ordering new books. When Darius tackled a topic or issue he studied it thoroughly and sought out the ideas and opinions of others as well, always listening and trying to understand where the other was coming from. We would have long discussions on such topics as contraception and the dignity of the human person, priestly celibacy, feminism in the Church, the Eucharist, the culture of death, the works of Flannery O'Connor, conversion, the family in the modern age, etc. Oh I will miss our conversations....how I will miss them.
Darius was an artist and a writer. He combined the two, drawing beautiful cards of his favorite men and women and then writing wonderful letters. He was a man of letters. Darius wrote extensively to friends, family, as well as members of the government, the Church, and academia. It was a treat receiving a letter from Darius. Each time I would go to my mailbox and pull out one of those signature cards of his, a smile would come to my face, knowing that he only lived about four miles down the road. He loved to write...or rather type, and not with any state of the art computer but with his old beat up typewriter with its unique lettering. How I will miss his letters....
Darius was an athlete. He loved sports, but most of all he loved to run. Many of his visits would be after he had finished his evening run at the county park adjacent to my neighborhood. He'd walk in with his running suit and worn out UGA cap (he recently got new one that he was quite proud of). He also enjoyed swimming, soccer, basketball, and football. The last time I saw Darius we discussed at length the upcoming NFL playoffs.
Darius was a friend. He was a man devoted to his friends. He wouldn't hesitate to give you the shirt off his back, but best of all he would always take time to listen to you. Many a day I would stop by the Lecesne house to talk with Darius about this or that problem. I valued his counsel and always heeded his advice.
That's all I can put down for now....I am exhausted. I invite all his friends and family to add your recollections of Darius here. It is important that we honor his memory and that we continue to cherish the life of this great man, this holy man.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord,
And let perpetual light shine upon him.
May he rest in Your peace.
Amen.
UPDATE: Marianne was the primary income earner for the Lecesne family. For the time being, she will be staying at home with her children. Any and all financial support that any of you can provide would be greatly appreciated. The Donation button below will take you to a PayPal page which will allow you to make a donation. Thank you in advance for your generosity.
In Christ,
Joe