Misguided Youth

Misguided Youth

Before I could guide thousands of international students on 7-10 day “cross county, cross cultural bus trips with the cross of Christ”, I had to learn how to lead myself out of harms way. As a typical adolescent—what my dad called a misguided youth—I was the type of...
I am a lighthouse

I am a lighthouse

Taking a diversionary side trip from my methodical 8 pm – 8 am night watchman’s shift at my mother-in-law’s bedside, we hiked around the lake at her brother’s cabin in Nebraska. What’s the least expected thing you’d think you’d see beside a lake in a landlocked...
About to go over a cliff?

About to go over a cliff?

Closest I ever came to anything as crazy as going over a cliff was when we owned a non synchronized stick shift 4 speed bus with a reverse gear that used the 2nd gear solenoid if you hoped to properly engage it into reverse. Once I was headed downhill in the TN Smoky...