Carl Hugo
McCord
Hugo McCord was born in Benton County, Mississippi near
Hickory Flat on June 24, 1911. He was baptized by L. L.
Brigance.
Gospel Advocate, Sept. 12, 1940
He often spoke of himself as “just a cornfield preacher
from Mississippi,” Friends and colleagues said he was much
more.
Carl Hugo McCord, 92, died May 14, 2004, in Vancouver,
Wash. Born in New Albany, Miss., McCord attended
Freed-Hardeman College and received degrees from several
schools, including a doctorate from New Orleans Baptist
Theological Seminary. But he preferred the title “Brother”
instead of “Dr.”
He served churches in Illinois, Indiana, Washington, D.C.,
Texas, Virginia, Kentucky, Oklahoma and Louisiana. He
taught Bible and biblical languages at Oklahoma Christian
College from 1953-56 and 1960-1976 and was an adjunct
professor until 1981. He authored nine books, including
“The Disciples Prayer,” “From Heaven or from Men?” and
“Messianic Prophecy.”
In 1988 he realized his dream of translating the New
Testament from Greek to English, producing “McCord’s New
Testament Translation of the Everlasting Gospel.” In the
fourth edition, he added a translation from Hebrew of
Genesis, Psalms and Proverbs.
McCord “was one of the great mentors in my life and the
lives of countless others. He taught us all how to revere
and follow scripture,” said Lynn McMillon, dean of the
College of Biblical Studies at Oklahoma Christian
University and a former colleague.
Survivors include a son, Charles McCord, and a daughter,
Carolyn McCord.
Christian Chronicle
Brother McCord was cremated and his ashes are with his son.
The Editor's Page.....
David R. Pharr
We first received the news in the middle of the day on
Friday, May 14. In the early evening an email came from his
son, Charles McCord, giving more details. Our beloved
brother and friend, Hugo McCord, had gone to be with the
Lord.
For months, my father, Hugo McCord has said, "The best is
yet to be". At 8:04 this morning Hugo went "to the best".
He was 92 years old and had been suffering from lung
problems and dizziness for several months. By his request,
he was not hospitalized, but remained at home with LaVera
and myself.
He had been failing for sometime. About 6 months ago he
decided to stop writing, saying he could not remember his
scripture references and did not want to make a mistake.
When asked, "How he was", he would usually respond, "Not
good, but this is the way the Lord wants me." He lived in
our home for the last five years and La Vera gave him much
tender love and care. She was assisted by his daughter,
Carolyn, his granddaughter, Danielle, and, sometimes by his
3 ½ year old great granddaughter, Samantha. He was ever
grateful and graceful. I cannot imagine anyone easier to
care for.
A memorial service is planned for Thursday, May 27th, 3:00
PM at the building of the Eastside Church of Christ in
Portland, Oregon. The family requests, in lieu of flowers,
that you remember him with gifts to: Freed-Hardeman
University, Henderson, TN, or Columbia Christian Schools,
413 NE 91st, Portland, OR, 97220.
Less than two weeks before, I had received a brief note
from brother McCord. He had not sent any articles for
several months, but occasionally would mail a previously
published tract, which he suggested we might want to put
into The Carolina Messenger. He had often commended our
paper and always had kind words of encouragement for me. He
explained that he had stopped writing because of failing
memory. His note also said that he did not know why the
Lord was keeping him here, but was sure the Lord knew what
was best. He was a firm believer in the providence of God.
I had heard brother McCord at the Carolina Lectures in
Charleston, SC, many years ago and had heard him lecture at
Freed-Hardeman University. It was at the Words of Truth
Lectures in memory of Gus Nichols that I first had
opportunity to sit down with him. He and Franklin Camp had
become good friends and brother Camp's friendship and
interest in me contributed to a similar friendship between
brother McCord and myself. While I was with E. Tennessee
School of Preaching brother McCord was on our lectureship.
That was one of the last, if not the last, lectureships in
which he participated in the eastern part of the country.
Those of us who have copies of his lectures in book form in
These Things Speak and Fifty Years of Lectures treasure
them greatly. (I assume they are no longer available.) I
regret that we do not have a complete list of his works (at
least 13 books), but doubtless the best known is his
translation of the New Testament out of the original Greek,
published by Freed-Hardeman University. (In that last note
I received from him he mentioned the good things FHU (FHC)
had meant to his own life and how much he loved the
school.)
He was a careful and honest scholar. On occasion he sent
out email messages correcting himself on some point that
may not have concerned most of us, but in which he wanted
to be as correct as possible. Political correctness was not
his concern, but even in controversy he was always a
gentleman.
Though for many years a professor of Bible and Biblical
Languages at Oklahoma Christian University, he was frank in
expressing his disappointment over the compromise he found
in their news publication, The Christian Chronicle.
But that did not mean that he followed the party line of
the radical right. Whatever the issue, he wanted to be
honest and right. For example, with all the angst over the
NIV translation of Psalm 51:5, he was bold to affirm what
should be its literal translation from the Hebrew. Again,
whether we agree with his position or not, we have to
admire his bold integrity in how he rendered the Greek for
"only begotten" as "unique one."
The following email came from Wayne Jackson:
This Christian gentleman was truly one of God's great men
of this age. His scholarship blessed thousands. His gentle
demeanor, even when dealing with a disagreement, was
refreshing indeed in a climate frequently charged with
hostility. His influence in my life is beyond my ability to
express adequately. Heaven is richer, we are poorer, for
his passing. But we sorrow not as those who have no hope of
sweet reunions. Hardeman Nichols and I were once sharing
observations about brother McCord and Hardeman observed
that one could never write the last letter to Hugo McCord.
He would always have something to write in reply. Such was
his practice of kindness and encouragement. I treasure
having gotten his handwritten note just a few days before
he died. I did not reply. Yes, Hardeman, he got in the last
letter! Earl I. West chronicled the life story of Hugo
McCord in a biography entitled,
The Enchanted
Knight. Included is an Appendix with 19 articles on
various subjects. (Germantown, TN: Religious Book Service,
1999).