Blessed is the man who trusts in Him…. Psalms 84:12

Our journey began In Oklahoma City at Southwestern College. Judy from California, I was from Virginia. I can’t say that it was “love at first sight”, but she did send chills down my spine the first time I met her. It was over a hundred degrees that day and as you already know, I complain a lot. So when I said it was unbearable hot, she put a handful of ice on my head. I bent over to brush the ice off my head, when she poured the rest of the cup of ice down my back.

Our first date was to a youth rally in downtown Oklahoma City. There was three couples in a Nash Rambler, clearly a violation of the “no touch” rule. But we behaved. When we got to the place that the driver took us, we started inside when Judy looked at me and said, “I can’t go in there.” I learned at that moment how sensitive she was to God’s Holy Spirit. So we turned and sat in the car just talking about the youth rally and her walk with God.

When God called me into the ministry, she was the most supportive of everyone I knew. She was more confident than I that God was moving in our lives. The Oklahoma Conference saw fit to award me a Minister’s License to preach. And after graduation, Dr W.R. Corvin asked me to consider working for the college in the finance department. It was a dream come true for me. Through a strange set of events, we were asked to be a part time pastor of a small interdenominational congregation in the Abel community of Guthrie, Oklahoma. Our daughter was a little over a year old and we traveled the 65 country miles each Sunday, preached Sunday morning, stayed with a family until evening service time, preached again that evening and came home after church, Every week we came home with a trunk full of fresh garden veggies.

Six months later, God dropped the bomb on us. And we left our home, friends and the college to move to Lincoln, Nebraska. A church of 8 people, working a full time job, our second daughter born in Lincoln, tested our faith and endurance. God gave us favor in all that we did there. I can truly say it was lessons that only God can teach. Time and space will not allow me to share the most amazing story of our time in Lincoln.

Then a phone call came from Rev. L.C. Synan, asking if I would be interested in return to my roots in Virginia. Again, God moved in a miraculous way to facilitate that move. And we were on our way to Virginia.

I’ll pick up on that tomorrow.  Right now it’s time for


A merry heart doeth good like a medicine… Prov. 17:22

Southern Baptist at the Race Track

Did you hear about the about the Southern Baptist who was in the habit of sneaking to the race track to bet on the horses?

One day he was losing badly when he saw a priest step onto the track, walk up to line-up and bless one of the horses on the forehead. The horse was a long shot, but the Southern Baptist thought, “With the priest’s blessing, surely this horse will win.” He placed a small bet and, sure enough, the horse came in first.

At the next race, the priest stepped onto the track and blessed another horse’s forehead. Even though this horse was also a long shot, the Southern Baptist was a little bolder this time and placed a larger bet on that horse. Again, it won.

A third time, the priest stepped onto the track and blessed a horse on the forehead. Like the others, this horse was also a long shot. The Southern Baptist placed an even larger bet this time and, sure enough the horse won.

This pattern continued throughout the day with the priest blessing the forehead of a long shot horse, the Southern Baptist placing larger and larger bets and the horse always winning.

At the last race of the day, the Southern Baptist thought, “I have got to go for broke here.” With great anticipation, he watched as the priest stepped onto the field one more time, walked up to the line-up and blessed the forehead, eyes, ears and hooves of one of the horses. The Southern Baptist ran to the ticket counter and bet all he had on that horse.

The horse came in dead last!

As he was walking out, he saw the priest. Walking up to him, he demanded, “What happened? All day long you blessed horses and they won, even though they were long shots. Then at the last race you blessed a horse, I bet everything and the horse lost.”

“That’s the problem with you Protestants,” said the priest. “You can’t tell the difference between a simple blessing and the Last Rites.”