Some have asked and here is a brief answer.

Leave your native country, your relatives, and your father’s family, and go to the land that I will show you.” (Gen. 12:1 NLT)

Since many have asked about our move from Alabama to Missouri, I thought it was about time to bring you up to date.

Well, a few have asked.

Okay. Two have asked. Two people have asked what possessed us to leave paradise to come here. It has now been a year since our move, and I am now able to try to answer that question.

The verse given above applies to Abraham when God was separating him for the work He had called him to. I do not—even with the amount of arrogance I sometimes seem to have—claim this verse as an application for me in this situation. It was just a good verse to open with.

We were living in a little fishing village known as Bon Secour in south Alabama just outside of Foley and Gulf Shores. It was most certainly a little piece of Paradise.

A large piece of property co-occupied by Gracie’s son, Joe, and his family, provided an ideal setup for us to enjoy our remaining days. We poured ourselves into that place, building and remodeling and creating a comfortable scene.

Gracie and I moved down there first, and Joe and Lisa and the girls joined us a few months later. As I was giving them the grand tour of my old stomping grounds in Pensacola, we went to the Naval Air Station.

I took them to the lighthouse, which they thoroughly enjoyed. While I was waiting at the car for them to soak it all in, I began to cry as a very warm and familiar feeling swept over me.

I’m home now,” I remember saying. It was a deeply satisfying emotional experience.

I had left Pensacola in 1965, had returned for only a brief time in 1969, and had left again only to return for short Christmas visits.

The question has been legitimately proposed by a couple of friends, “What happened to I’m home now?”

While the details causing the move may be boring, they serve to clarify the “Why.”

The house we occupied was not ours. It was a duplex owned by Joe and Lisa. Joe began talking seriously about a dream he had carried for years to once again live in the Springfield, Missouri area. His skills are such that moving there without a job was actually not that risky, even with a young family.

Gracie did not want to be in the position of having to scurry to move if the house sold quickly, so she began looking at any available property in southern Missouri.

We found and bought this little 2 ½ acres in Stockton, MO. Stockton is a small town of about 1800 people on one of the major sailing lakes in the country. It cannot be commercialized since the Army Corps of Engineers maintains the area.

We began looking for a church to join. After visiting a few, I saw a sign off the main road one day, pulled over and called the number on the sign. I told the pastor we would visit the next morning.

It was a very small group of about 10 souls that morning. Nothing really exciting.

The pastor began by telling us of a proposed mission trip to Tanzania scheduled for September. He jokingly said, “If I am going to make this trip, I will need to quit eating Sister Glee’s cinnamon rolls.” (They were really tasty home-made, fresh-that-morning rolls.)

I had been working out trying to get my health under control for almost a year, and was loving the results. I was pursuing getting my training as a personal trainer so that I could do this for others.

After the service, I went to the pastor and asked, “Are you serious about wanting to get in shape?”

I sure am.”

Five-thirty in the morning serious?” I asked.

He gulped, looked up into the ceiling, and said, “Yeah.”

I can help you with that,” I said.

We began the very next morning.

Working with Steve eventually led to my being asked to lead crosstraining classes at the YMCA. It barely pays gas money, but it is a blast for me.

Maybe this is why the Lord wanted us to move here. Steve needed help and we are available.

Allow me to back up in time a little.

February 9, 1988 I wrote in the margin of my Bible next to Pro. 10:24b “Pastor a church.”

I have tried a multitude of times since then to be the pastor of a church. I’ve applied, sent out resumes, called, joined churches that were looking—all to no avail.

Somewhere about the first of this year I was able to completely let go of that desire. I laid it down. “Lord, it looks like You are confirming my desire to be a personal trainer.” It felt good, freeing.

In July, I got a call completely out of the blue to consider becoming the pastor of the local Presbyterian church. I had not sent out a resume nor application. Caught me completely off guard.

We are going through the process and necessary steps for that to happen.

Why did we move to southwestern Missouri?

It could be that the Lord needed us here for His work.

It could also be that we are just being used because we run all over the place following our own personal desires.

But, it could also simply be that Gracie needed to feel, “I’m home now.” This is her old stomping grounds, having been born in Springfield and teaching for 30 years in southwest MO.

BTW—Joe and Lisa are still in Bon Secour.

Who Am I?

I was invited to play this by a friend on FaceBook. I usually do not participate in these things, but decided to give this one a try.

Turned out to be kind of fun.

I was supposed to come up with 25 random things about me so that the people who read would know a little more about me.

I decided to also post this on my blog, because many of my readers here do not mess with FaceBook.

So, if you want to know a little more about me, read on. If not…….why not?


1.  I was born at a very early age. I couldn’t feed, clean or clothe myself.

2.  I grew up physically. There is still doubt that I grew up mentally or emotionally.

3.  I love learning. Problem is I can’t remember what I’ve learned.

4.  For me, fishing is the art of removing trash from the bottom of the stream or lake.

5.  I took a year’s vacation while in the Navy. The authorities didn’t like that, so I did some jail time.

6.  I’m way too serious for most folks, but I’ve failed to learn how to lighten up.

7.  Quit smoking in 1970 when I was doing 2 ½ packs/day. Cold turkey.

8.  Actually, cold turkey makes a great sandwich.

9.  I could survive on peanut butter and water. Don’t know how long, though.

10. A child’s giggle is one of the sweetest sounds on earth.

11. I worked as an inspector of tombstones in Shippensburg, PA in 1969.

12. Looking at my high school transcript the other day, I found that I made all A’s in my freshman year, B’s as a sophomore, C’s as a junior, and D’s in my senior year. Like I said, I have a problem with learning.

13. I’ve only bought one bad car in my life. The rest were given to me.

14. I learned to spell antidisestablishmentarianism in the fourth grade. We had to.

15. Never did learn how to spell that big fancy word from Mary Poppins—super fragile cow expelled from school—or something like that.

16. Did a stand-up comedy routine in college. Found out I’m not a comedian. They were only laughing ‘cause my zipper was down.

17. Photography is my favorite spectator sport.

18. Eating is my favorite way to pass time—except when I’m sleeping, reading, driving, gardening, making love, watching TV, going to the movies, or picking on someone.

19. I always wanted to be a wordsmith. Thought writing for a living would be fun. Found out nobody reads anymore. So, I went back to eating, breathing, and sleeping to live.

20. I graduated in the top 5% of the lower 10% of my class.

21. Blue is not necessarily my favorite color, but all my clothes are blue.

22. I’m supposed to come up with 25 random things about my short life, and it is proving to be rather challenging. I’m so predictable that my friends finish my sentences for me.

23. My biggest failure in life is that I never made it up Mt. Everest.

24. The smartest thing I ever did was not to try (making it up Mt. Everest)

25. This is the first time I’ve ever participated in one of these games.