by Uncle Bob Culver | Sep 27, 2019 | A Word to the Wise, Bob's Bus Blog, Face to Face
“Must I not speak what the Lord puts in my mouth?” Numbers 24:12 Taking my young disciple *Ziad Srouji to hear me speak to a church youth group outside of Houston Texas in the late 1970s, the Spirit of the Living God clearly told me to share insights from...
by Uncle Bob Culver | Jul 15, 2019 | Bob's Bus Blog, Donate to iFace, Jump in, Uncategorized
50 years ago on the first stop of our GO West honeymoon, Lynn Culver & I walked across the Royal Gorge Bridge after “tying the knot” of marriage a few hours earlier in Colorado Springs. She wore a white dinner dress that complimented my best black suit, a gift...
by Uncle Bob Culver | Dec 3, 2018 | Atlanta, GA, Bob's Bus Blog, Face to Face, iFace the World at My Doorstep, Uncategorized
My Humphrey Fellow friends in Atlanta might remember Dr. Pierre Kwizera from Burundi who invited me to travel with his team of community organizers into rural areas of his country. What a grand adventure equal to any GO West trip! We met local business, government and...
by Uncle Bob Culver | Aug 6, 2018 | A Word to the Wise, Bob's Bus Blog, Uncategorized
My parents owned a beautiful “Eleganza” motorhome that my mom would often remind me was not a camper, nor an SUV, but a motorhome. They knew when we came to visit them in Colorado that we would often take our family on a 4-5 day vacation in the Colorado mountains and...
by Uncle Bob Culver | Jun 7, 2018 | A Word to the Wise, Bob's Bus Blog, Uncategorized
When was a demotion the best thing that happened to me? I wanted to earn money for college in a new environment at the beginning of June 1967. The previous summer I had worked at the luxurious Broadmoor Hotel earning about $5/hr, 5x the min wage. But I thought it was...
by Uncle Bob Culver | May 18, 2018 | Bob's Bus Blog
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...
