Rev. James R. Nace

It's been a year since you left us. I think of you often and miss seeing you. As your son I hope I can touch as many hearts as you did in your lifetime. I hope heaven is everything you dreamed it would be.

It was my privilege to serve at Trinity Lutheran Church after James Nace. Because of that,I was able to meet him, along with his wife Iva and his wonderful family. I encourage each of you to continue to hold on to the many wonderful things you have learned from his example of faith. I am sure that God is pleased to receive him. My wife Karen and I will miss him. Thank you Lord for letting us have him on earth during our lifetimes.

With deepest sympathy to the family. I will always remember Pastor Nace for his kindness and gentle manner.

Aunt Iva and family, I will always have fond memories of Uncle Jim. Every time he saw me he would say "Hi, my name is Pammy Pepper!" It was a fun and personal greeting. I know you will miss him more than words can say, but I know you find solace in knowing he is at peace. Love and hugs to all.

Todd, accept my condolences on the death of your father. I remember him as a kind man.

Our sympathies and prayers for the family. I am hoping to attend.

Sympathy to Iva and the entire family. Rev. Nace was our minister right out of seminary and as a child I remember him and his visits back to Rohler's Luth at our special celebration. I also remember seeing him at some funerals at Heffners. It was a pleasure knowing him and interacting with him on several occasions. God be with you all always

Dad, I know that in death you are whole again and for that I rejoice. And yet, the thought of never seeing you again on this earth makes me sad. It was an honor and a privilege to be your daughter. You always loved me unconditionally, as you did all of your children. Your faith never waivered, even when the rest of would sometimes ask God "why?". I find comfort in knowing that your entrance into heaven must have been a joyous reunion with all those who have passed before you. It was hard to...

Dad, I wasn't always thrilled to be a preacher's kid but I was proud to be your daughter. Love you. Martha