Richard Beaudry was born in San Diego, California December 15, 1959. He was surrounded by the most beautiful and loving of families. His memories from childhood into young adulthood center around the holidays at Grandma's house. Grandma and Grandpa Kuske made sure everyone knew how much they loved them.
Rick's family moved from San Diego to Huntington Beach, California, where Rick would enter grade school and graduate from Marina High School in 1978. Growing up in Huntington Beach was ideal for Rick, who thrived on playing sports year-round, fishing, surfing, and partying with his friends. Life became a party, an exciting time of meeting the California girls that the Beach Boys were singing about. Living the dream - that was Rick's childhood, there was no reason to change a thing, or so he thought. Love, what is love? What does it mean to love, to be loved?
It became a crucial bump in the road for Rick. His heart was emptied of love in pursuit of love. The dream became a nightmare as Rick watched himself becoming like his Mother, who divorced seven times, and Rick broke up with each lover. Rick's failure in being able to love, genuinely love even his beloved Cathy, his future wife and his high school sweetheart, exposed a fatal flaw. But God! Where would we be without the
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Just as Jesus scheduled a divine appointment with an empty woman at Jacob's Well in John 4, Jesus also ordained a meeting before the earth's foundation with Rick. Rick was still a couple of years away from his Jesus moment, but the problem within him was being identified. Rick was being exposed to himself. The parties, girls, drugs, alcohol, the good times, and the things everyone was in pursuit of only emptied Rick. Something weird was happening within, but what?
Rick spent his Sunday mornings as a child waking up to find his Dad making french toast for his family of six. The endeavor would begin with a cold frosty mug being retrieved from the freezer and filled with beer at the kitchen sink. Hot water, cold water, and a beer tap, that's how we rolled. There was no church, hymns, or mention of Jesus or God unless you were cursing. The glass was half full of beer and tomato juice, the hair of the dog still barking in their heads. The raging fights, the screaming, the broken homes, the pain still ringing in Rick's ears. He has never forgotten where he came from, from where Jesus rescued him.
In January of 1980, Rick was invited to a show by his friend Glenn Matsakawa with whom Rick partied. Concerts, bands in the living room, keggers, people smoking everything, putting their cigarette butts out on the walls. ZZ Top at Jack Murphy Stadium, El Cortez Hotel, the Queen Mary in Long Beach, Rod Stewart, and my first date with Cathy at Knott's Berry Farm, another concert, sure! Where? It's at Calvary Chapel in Costa Mesa, what's that? It's a church, a concert at a church, something I had never heard of before. It better not be those guys down at the pier and in front of Swami's; not cool! I remember the people in attendance looking like kids from the beach: tanned, typical surf culture vibe. The place was packed, and the bands played Rock and Roll, except it was music I had not heard before. I don't know what I was thinking or feeling; I can't remember. I do not know who the bands were, nor who it was that got up toward the end and spoke about Jesus, he mentioned something, or I thought I heard something about love, a Mother's love, God's love, and the cross of Calvary.
It was the first time that anyone ever shared the gospel with me. I guess I looked like the guy who would never believe, but I did believe. With all my heart, I met Jesus. He revealed Himself to me. It was my moment in time, the day of my Salvation, a Saturday night in January of 1980. Nine months later, Cathy gave her heart to the Lord, and nine months after that, we were married by Pastor Chuck Smith.
We were blessed to not only grow up in Southern California but also to sit under one of the most excellent teachers of the Bible, Pastor Chuck Smith. Pastor Chuck and his wife Kay and family dedicated themselves to making us the most loved and best-fed body of believers anywhere! We had Pastor Chuck Sunday morning and Sunday night, Chuck Missler on Monday, then Pastor Greg Laurie for 13 years, with 70+ people receiving Christ each week. Classes on Tuesday, Believers meeting on Wednesday evening, Thursday afternoon with Pastor Romaine, Thursday night with Pastor Chuck, Friday Christian movies, and Saturday Night Concerts. We have never missed the partying. God had something better all along.
In 1993 Rick graduated from Calvary Chapel of Costa Mesa School of Ministry, as directed by Pastor Carl Westerlund. We will forever be indebted to Pastor Carl Westerlund, Ray Snook, David Hocking, Chuck Smith, Pastor Romaine, Dale Dickinson, Scott Richards, and many others who poured into our lives to equip us for the ministry. We are eternally grateful, knowing our sufficiency is of Christ.
Rick taught home bible studies and Sunday School for several years before stepping out in faith when he was invited to Kitsap County, where in June 1995, Calvary Chapel was planted in Bremerton. The Beaudry's, Rick, Cathy, Jessica, and Britni, ventured into uncharted waters in coming to Bremerton, the privilege stretching them beyond their wildest dreams. The love of Jesus holding everything together, their marriage of 43 years, the love of their children, grandchildren, friends, and precious Church family.