Stories & Teaching

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood.

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood.

May 2003. A month after the statue of Saddam Hussein was toppled by Iraqi’s in Firdos Square in downtown Baghdad, Dad and I found ourselves staying in the Palestine Hotel, overlooking that same square. The hotel, along with the Sheraton Hotel next door, abutted the...

Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

May 2002. We are in the American Consulate in Amman, Jordan talking with a liaison to the Ambassador about our upcoming trip into Baghdad, Iraq. An attendant walks into the room with a tray, and hands each of us Turkish coffee and some interesting biscuits for a sweet...

I did what it took.

I did what it took.

July 2016. Kathy, the girls, and I are driving in Texas half-way to dropping off the girls with Kevin and Jannette during the early portion of my chemo treatment. We are half-way to our destination when I am overcome with a tsunami of pain and nausea. We had to turn...

Your profession of faith.

Your profession of faith.

It is 9am in the morning, early Spring 2020, and there is Dad, sitting in his recliner in the living room reading his Bible. Three months earlier, over the Christmas break, I walk into my living room at around 9am, and there is Dad reading a book on grace, with his...

What an amazing God we serve!

What an amazing God we serve!

Late 1990’s. Dad and I are backstage, at Word Explosion, talking with other guest ministers before the festivities began for the evening. I had stepped away for a moment and when I came back to Dad, he was talking to R.W. Schambach.  They were catching up as I entered...

A Strange Life

A Strange Life

Growing up, Dad lived a strange life. Where most fathers worked a 8-5 schedule and came home for dinner, my experience with my father was on another level. He was gone 50 weekends of the year. He traveled internationally, often to hostile environments, and was gone...