Linda Goldine Wegner, formerly of Powell River, BC, passed away in Maidstone, SK, on June 5, 2025, at the age of 82. She leaves behind her husband, Edmund, of 56 years, and their 2 boys, Leonard and John, as well as 3 grandchildren, Elizabeth, Sarah, and Lucy, and 1 great grandchild, Zoey.
Linda was born to Dorothy and Stan McIntosh in New Westminster, BC, on February 27, 1943. She is survived by her 4 siblings: Wayne, Doug, Len, and Valerie.
Linda may be best known for her life of service. She embraced the life of a pastor’s wife, giving endlessly of herself in the communities of Kerrobert, SK, Castlegar, BC, Sointula, BC, and Stoughton, SK. She went on to become an ordained minister herself. Her love of music and piano lent well to her contributions. *
In later years, Linda was the proud owner of a small business in Powell River, Words of Worth, incorporating her talents as a writer and an inspirational speaker. She wrote countless articles for papers and magazines and had three books published.
Linda loved her family, her church, and her neighborhood. She will always be remembered for her generous invitations of a cup of tea and some fresh baking. She has made friends wherever she has gone and will be missed by many.
A service remembering Linda will be held at:
Powell River Reformed Church
4372 Padgett Rd, Powell River, BC V8A 0T2
on August 30, 2025, at 10 A.M.
Tea and some fresh baking will be offered following the service.
*Note: We'd also like to add that Linda taught at Eston College and is the author of Streams of Grace—A History of The Apostolic Church of Pentecost. She was also a frequent contributor to our Writer's Corner, below she wrote, Glimpses of Grace...
This afternoon, where I’m living, dark clouds cast their shadows on the waters of the Pacific Ocean. It’s near-black wherever I look. But wait! Cracking through the gloom there are a few shafts of light. Talk about a glimpse of cheer!
This morning I attended church alone, as I have for months now. Hubby isn’t well enough to go and I don’t want to stay home. As on so many Sundays, playing the piano for the service has been a real glimpse of joy for me; after all, I’m still of use in the service of God. Then the clouds parted, even more, today as many folks came up after the service to say they’re praying for us and asking me to take their love and greetings to him. On a far less spiritual topic, picking up hamburgers for lunch is always a bright spot. Homemade soup for supper—so no cooking today.
While writing this, my ears perked up and I stopped typing long enough to truly enjoy some beautiful music playing on my computer. Too often background noise blots out words and sounds of joy. Right now someone is singing “Home is where my heart belongs,” and I’m reminded that when we love the Lord, we’re ‘heading home’. What a wonderful hope! If there ever was a ray of bright joy it’s in knowing that death isn’t the end, it’s the beginning.