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Rev Fraser MacDonald obituary     30/4/13

By John Macleod

The Rev. Fraser MacDonald, first Free Presbyterian minister of North Tolsta, twice Moderator of Synod and, latterly, his Church’s most senior minister, has died after a brief illness. He was eighty-eight years old.

Born in Oban on 14 December 1924, of a well-known Free Presbyterian family, little Fraser was from an early age fascinated by the pulpit and the varied styles of ministers in presenting Christ to sinners: amused contemporaries could remember the boy in local fields preaching to the sheep.

Though never robust – and thus precluded from service in the Second World War – he was of evident and considerable ability and duly graduated MA from the University of Edinburgh. By then a converted man, he was received as a student for the Free Presbyterian ministry and, after training (he was in the last theology class of Rev. Donald Beaton, ordained in 1896 and then in his 54th year as its tutor), he was licensed to preach on 10th June 1952 and duly ordained and inducted, to the North Tolsta congregation, on 27th August that year.

Mr MacDonald’s ministry in Tolsta was signally blessed and his name is still much honoured in the district. Though not a native speaker, he had quickly mastered the Gaelic language. And, though at first without a manse, he happily directed the design of a suitable property and himself happily laboured, alongside the men, in its construction. And, still better, he had acquired a gracious wife - Sarah MacLeod, raised in Greenock but of island parentage.

He was besides soon fast friends with the redoubtable Free Church minister, Rev. Angus Finlayson - a native of Calbost in South Lochs, and they formed a close bond of fellowship - though it never prevented them from joyous public arguments in the correspondence-columns of the Stornoway Gazette.

Mr MacDonald especially liked to recall the visit of Rev. Petros Mzamo, a minister in the Free Presbyterian mission of what was then Southern Rhodesia, in 1965 – the year Mr Mzamo served as Moderator, the first black man ever so honoured in a Scottish Presbyterian church. He was accompanied by a venerable Christian, Alexander Mpofu, to whom the Tolsta elders fast warmed – insisting he share the elders pew and, within hours, calling him ‘Alasdair’ and, after worship, sharing their tobacco.

He himself would twice serve as Moderator, in 1967 and 1976. In 1966, though (and to Tolsta desolation) Rev. Fraser was called to the charge of Portree in Skye, and was inducted there on the 21st June. Though he had many opportunities to leave it – he was called to the Ullapool congregation as late as 1993 – he never did so; and in August 2002 many friends gathered for a special service of thanksgiving to mark the fiftieth anniversary of his ordination.

By then, of course, he had long become a Portree institution; an immaculate figure of regular habits, brisk routine and no mean bearing – and a characteristic habit of gazing you keenly in the eye, under shrewd bushy brows. ‘A fine gentleman and as accurate as a Swiss watch,’ a youth of the Skye capital recalls. ‘I would see him walk into Portree square each morning. I accidentally got in his way one morning and his look spoke to me more than words could say - I never got in his way again even when I left school and worked as accountant! A truly honest and sincere man who stuck to his guns.’

In April 2006, though, he bowed to old age and – to general sadness – resigned the charge and retired from the pastoral ministry. ‘In all of these years,’ his colleague Rev. Dr James Tallach later wrote, ‘his life and work has been bound up with the study and preaching of the Word. Such a preoccupation carries with it a reward of its own. The ox which laboriously trod out the corn for its master was allowed to satisfy itself from that same corn (1 Cor 9:9). But the Apostle also speaks of his joy over those to whom his ministry was blessed - they were his crown - and we know that Mr Macdonald's ministry has been blessed to many over the years and throughout the Church.

‘Our hope is that, though pastoral work has had honourably to be set aside, Mr Macdonald will continue to feed the flock of God by the preaching of His Word, as strength and opportunity allow.’ And indeed, the MacDonalds did remain in Portree and he was able for a year or two longer to preach and – until too frail – at least pronounce the benediction.

Though not as consistent as, for instance, the late Rev. Donald MacLean, most would regard Rev. Fraser MacDonald – when in song – as the greatest preacher in the post-war Free Presbyterian church. He was blessed with a rich, resonant voice; he had extraordinary command of vocabulary, pitch and cadence, and could move in moments from down-to-earth tender clarity to the majesty of the seis, the traditional, ringing chant of Gaelic preaching.

All was underpinned by profound personal holiness and a piety that, though never intimidating, was profoundly Christ-centred. He was an assiduous visitor, a fearless campaigner in the public square – especially against Sabbath-breaking or blasphemous entertainments – and an easy, warm presence in any home. Mr MacDonald will besides be remembered for his elegance – he had an eye for good tailoring, and wore it well; his beautiful singing voice – and, on a lighter note, as a wickedly funny mimic. (His pitch-perfect impression of Mr MacLean - his predecessor in Portree; they had a sparky relationship - was a particular treat.)

If there are regrets, one would be that he never played great part in the leadership of his denomination, save for a brief spell as Assistant Clerk of Synod. But he had a distaste for ecclesiastical politics – which are not always to edification - and was not in any event very good at them. (In 1989, though, he pointedly failed to vote for the suspension of Lord MacKay of Clashfern at a particularly unpleasant Synod – the Edinburgh elder, then Lord Chancellor, had attended Requiem Mass).

It was also sad that a growing, nervy reluctance to travel (he refused all his life to fly, and in later decades became very averse even to ferries) eventually restricted Mr MacDonald’s pulpit gifts largely to Skye. (His last visit to Lewis, for Breasclete Communion, was in August 1996.)

In final years – latterly resident at the Budhmor Home, Portree – he bore with great serenity the loss of strength, faculties and finally even his speech; his witness and bearing, even in such indignities of great old age, made an impression on many.

Rev. Fraser MacDonald is survived by his wife, Sarah, and grieving brothers and sisters, including the Rev. Alfred MacDonald, now in his forty-eighth year as minister of Gairloch.

‘It is only those who receive Christ in truth,’ our late friend preached in 1965, ‘that can refuse what the world has to offer; and it is only those who are brought to refuse what the world has to offer, who in truth receive Christ.’