John's Story

Remembering the Life of John Swartzendruber

January 13, 1980 - August 26, 2001

John Richard Swartzendruber was the son of Jeff & Pat Swartzendruber and loving brother to Bethany (Beth). He attended Walnut Ridge Baptist Academy, Indiana Wesleyan University, and the University of Northern Iowa. He was in the midst of finishing his Bachelor of Science degree in Business Management, with further aspirations to achieve his Masters of Business Administration. John worked at his parent’s company, Image Pointe, where he planned to advance into management.

John’s interests included collecting Star Wars memorabilia, and spending time with family and friends. We will forever remember John’s zest for life, his wonderful sense of humor, and his ability to always bring a smile to everyone’s face. John’s integrity, cheerfulness, enthusiasm, and his strong faith in God made his family and those who knew him very proud to be a part of his life. He is sadly missed by all who had the privilege to know him.

On August 26, 2001 John was taking home a close friend who needed a designated driver, when he was hit head on and killed by a drunk driver.

In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.

Proverbs 16:9

That ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world; Holding forth the word of life; that I may rejoice in the day of Christ, that I have not run in vain, neither labored in vain.

Philippians 2:15-16

Together We Ride

Together we ride, my son and I
Across the winds of time.
He in the heavens and I on the earth,
We live to prove our great King’s worth.

We draw our swords, we charge the hill.
The King’s orders we do heed.
To rescue the lost, to strengthen the faint.
True we must be indeed.

The stakes are high, the cost is dear,
As our foe takes the field
We must no fail tho arrows do fly,
This world must bring it’s yield.

I can’t see my son, but he sees me still.
As we ride the winds of time.
Together, abreast, we ride for the King
His purposes grand and sublime.

Dad