Spring 2002 Pastor Kate asked us to tell the congregation of Our Redeemer Lutheran Church in Grand Prairie, Texas what God has done for us. Our church president was the first to speak.  He gave a quick Hallelujah, God is good, cheer leader presentation.  I could tell from the pastor’s face that is not what she wanted.  She wanted facts, specifics.  It took me two weeks to put together my feelings.  Here is my speech.

“What God has done for me.” is the question. I remember I was an ugly child and turned into an even uglier young teenager. The tumor on the right side of my nose pushed my nose over so and it's not square over my mouth.  I look like a boxer that had taken too many left jabs.  My nose mouth combination looks like a Picaso painting gone very badly.  I had many operations when I was young to help my appearance.  Don’t know what I would have looked like without them.  My poor parents did the best they could for me in the late 50s. Many people treated me different through the years because of my appearance. Many thought I was slow.  In many ways they were correct, but not in that since. But God has always taken care of me and I really don't know why.

When I was in my formative years maybe 6 thought 10, mom and dad tried to do the right thing taking us kids across town to the Our Football Team Beat You're Football Team Methodist Church in Midland, Texas.  It was so boring. I remember always checking the disposable Sunday flier to see who sent the flowers and was real pleased one Sunday when it was us, well, dad.  I remember there was a part of the sermon which, when it occurred meant we would be out of there in about 10 minutes. I don't remember much about the sermons except one Sunday out of the blue, they called my name and my parents pushed me to the isle to come to the pulpit.  The pastor who I never remember talking to, said a few things, gave me this bible, and said I was baptized.  I got a candle and something else but I don’t remember. I don't think we ever went back to church after that.

I was 11 or 12 and quite by accident I happened to be riding my bike past a local church that was open and people were going in. I was thirsty as it was summer in West Texas so it was a good time to catch the water fountain.  I remember I was drawn in.  Maybe because the church was air conditioned.  I don’t remember.  I do remember the speaker told us of his miserable life and made me feel sad. Tell the truth, I had no reason to be sad.  I had it all.  Two parents who loved me, food on demand.  I didn't even have to ask for anything. My parents saw to my every want and need. The speaker told us what God had done in his life. Sitting on that pew, following his instructions, I opened my heart just a little and suddenly I was filled with the Holy Spirit. That was the moment I became aware of Gods awesome power and love. The speaker asked us to come up and profess, but I was stubborn. How different my life would have been had I come forward when called.

I grew a nice thick mustache, which sort-of hid my nose to mouth relation thing. I was getting to the age where some people accept you for who you are and not so much what you look like. My parents always said that time would come but when you’re a teenager tomorrow won’t come soon enough.  I met and fell in love with a cute girl named Karen G. the daughter of a Seventh Day Adventist preacher. I knew I would spend the rest of my life happily with Karen.  But that wasn't Gods plan. Karen, well her parents, let me go.  I was devastated for months. Moping around school one day, a girl popped up in front of me and said "Hi" and was gone in the crowd. Elaine (Rudie) Amendola and I celebrated our 25th anniversary last November. I wonder how different my life would have been if I had married Karen. Pink Floyd did sound like the Beatles.  I hope everything turned out OK for her. 

Joined the Air Force, became a pretty good air traffic controller. Remember now, in high school I’m labeled as slow.  We went to Fort Worth where my daughter was born, went to England were my son was born. Went to Wichita Falls where the kids were old enough and, I wanted to do the right thing. Sunday I loaded the family up and we attended the Wichita Falls Strictly For Local People Catholic Church. It didn't take long before I figured out that visitors, especially Air Force visitors, were not welcome.

After 3 years in Wichita Falls, Ru found a house she fell in love with. I had my eye on a small used bass boat. We were seriously getting up the money when God stepped in and I got orders back to England. How different my life would have been had I bought a new house I couldn't live in or a bass boat I couldn't bring with me.

I tried again to do the right thing when we were stationed in England.  I took the family to the on base, Church of the Nomad Warriors. Sundays from 7 to 8 was Seventh Day, 8 to 9 was Lutheran, 9 to 10 was Catholic and they rolled out the bath tub in for the Baptist at 11. The very first sermon we attended was about abandonment. The preacher was stuck on how you have to abandon you wife and children to serve God.  After Church my kids wanted to know when I was leaving. There was no amount of explaining I could do. We never went back.

Spring of 91, my Mom was dying of lung cancer in Arlington due to smoking all her life. The military allowed me to move back to Carswell (about 20 miles from Arlington) to help my dad with the trauma. I arrived on April first. Ru and the kids were hung up in customs in England. I bought a car for us and found a great house. I was so excited when I called Ru overseas on the 9th to tell her about the house. She said to go for it! The 10th I spent re-arranging our money for the down payment. On the 11th the Base Realignment and Closure committee announced Carswell was closing. How different my life would have been if God hadn't intervened.

God knew I needed something while the cancer wasted mom’s body away from our very eyes. I asked someone if there was a happy Catholic?  The answer, a Lutheran! I found Faith Lutheran Church on Southwest Boulevard in Fort Worth, Pastor Richard Winkelman presiding. I went a few times by myself and enjoyed his words and his people. To my astonishment, my family didn't mind getting up to go to this church after a few sermons.

My options due to the Base Realignment closing Carswell AFB were Enid, OK. or, Minot, ND.  I really didn't lose a thing in Oklahoma.

I really enjoyed North Dakota. I liked the day-to-day question of survival. I liked hunting in 20 below. I found a nice Lutheran Church in town. It was alright but not like Pastor Winkelman in Fort Worth. A year from retirement, we were going to vacation to the Montana - Idaho region to look for home. Dad called with an offer I couldn't refuse. It would mean we move back to Texas but everything was right. It would be great for the kids. I put in my papers to retire, which was approved. I called dad with the good news. His deal had fallen through. I was stuck having to return reluctantly to Arlington.  My plans at UTA didn’t work out thanks to Dr. Cash (his real name). In our time of turmoil I decided to go to DeVry, learned a new skill, and got a great job. Thought things were not always rosy, we powered through it and now life is good.  I wonder how different my life would have been if I had moved to Montana.

I haven't been without my failures. While at DeVry one of my fellow students was shot dead. An instructor commented there was no God. I was shocked. I know what I should have said, but I didn't. I failed. Some time later I was out to lunch with a group. A man came up to our table and said he was hungry and had no money. I was too shocked to act. I had money.  It would have been so easy to show some Christian kindness but I failed - again. But God forgives me for these failures and hundreds more. I know some time in the future he will ask me again. I pray I do the right thing.

I know now, that God has been in charge of all of my life, for all my life. Manipulating my ups and downs, making connections, corrections and, guiding events.  I just need to remember to relax and follow his guidance.  Remember, I’m slow, but he knows that. God is with me now like he has always been and will be with me to my end.  I’m ready when he is. That is what God is doing for me. That song, hymen 770. That is me.

Hallelujah!


 

Right after I gave my talk, which pleased a few, I got the distinct feeling I was not so welcome any more. 

And even though I had served as property chair for 3 years, suddenly, no one wanted to know me. 

When I stood in the church narthex before sermon, I stood alone. 

I’m guess I’m just not cut out for organized religion but that’s OK.

I know the big guy is right there with me, every step of the way.