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February 08, 2019
Denny, after reading your family story, I now know that your kind demeanor that I remember from our youth, was a part of you throughout your life. May you rest in peace, and my prayers to your family.
February 08, 2019
Kris, Molly & Tim, Kadie, Kristopher,
I so enjoyed your family years ago at First Evangelical where you were involved and Denny was so fun to talk with and be around. I was thrilled when Tim ended up connecting with your family at New Heights. Praying for you family in this time of loss. Pastor Mark Kelly
February 07, 2019
Farewell, Dear Denny! I will forever remember your smile and your sparkling eyes whenever you shared something that meant much to you.Thank you for all you've given to our world. And we treasure your family that you've left behind. Peace To You!
February 07, 2019
A human life is made of stories. Good ones and bad ones. The best stories are a mixture of both. I will share one quickly here in honor of Denny Renner, a very old friend of mine.

The setting for this story is Three Rivers Oregon. My wife, Anne, and I, were the high school youth directors at our church. Denny, and his wife, Kris, were in charge of the junior high. But, for the four or five years that we worked and played together, we merged the two into one larger group, and shared many wonderful adventures. Denny called me Reverend back then, because I was a shameless bible-thumper. And I called him the same, in reverse mock reverence!

The late afternoon was upon us and the heat of the desert was intense. We had been swimming and water skiing on Lake Billy Chinook, in the valley below, and had returned to the cabin on a ridge that had been kindly lent to us, to begin preparations for dinner. So, for the teeny-boppers, it was free time. A couple of high school kids had brought dirt bikes; off they went in a roar. An hour passed and one returned. Liam's hurt, the rider said, he got dust in his eyes and dumped his bike. He doesn't look very good. How fast was he going?, I asked. Maybe fifty! He's lying in the road. I didn't dare move him. I shouted to someone to tear out the passenger seats in one of our vans. Denny and I grabbed a chaise lounge and a blanket, and our makeshift ambulance followed the lone bike back to the scene of the accident. Liam was lying in the middle of the dusty, gravel road, and it was clear that he had broken his back, at the very least. There were no cell phones in the early eighties, or pay phones in our vicinity, so it was up to us to carefully lift our broken young friend onto our gurney, strap him down, and drive as fast as we could to the hospital in Bend, over an hour away. I drove, and Denny tended to our patient with grave concern. He told Liam not to worry, that he was going to be okay! That we would call his parents when we reached the hospital. And other comforting things, that I couldn't hear or don't remember. Then he became quiet. And, it is that sound of silence I recall, for the first time in my life, where words fall short and have no meaning. Silence, that you could cut with a knife. And speed! As fast as I could fly without rolling. Seventy, eighty, nearly ninety miles an hour, much of it on gravel. Fear? Yes, gripping fear. And timeless-travel, as if INFINITY had swallowed us like a whale or black hole.

In the months ahead, Liam's broken back recovered. From what I hear, he is happily married and has children of his own. Denny and I grew old, and after years of tremendous suffering, he has left this life at last. I bid him eternal rest and farewell. But, that silence we shared, so many years ago, remains as a bond of our true friendship. We were soldiers then, in a very small way. Brother's in arms. Silent Arms! Good bye, Reverend Renner.
February 06, 2019
So sorry to hear of Denny's passing. I have enjoyed working with Denny for many years and he will be missed very much. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the family.
February 06, 2019
Hugs, Love & Prayers from the Broadbent's.
February 06, 2019
So sorry for your loss. I've know Denny for over thirty years and he will be missed
February 06, 2019
Denny will be missed, our prayers go out to the family.
February 06, 2019
From all of us at The Provost Agency in Louisiana, Please know that you are in our prayers. Sonja Provost and Staff
February 06, 2019
I enjoyed Denny on the trips. we spoke often as our first "gig" was with Horace Mann before we came to anico. Tom Stiver, Syracuse, IN

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