Cast your Bread

I have never been excited about writing the story of our lives. Perhaps I felt that our experiences were not that significant. Further, I’m not that personality that wants to be the prominent one in the room proudly announcing my ”greater than your” or “holier than thou” exploits. So when it came to writing an autobiography, I had my excuses lined up to say, “No, thank you.”
However, the Lord showed me that I was wrong. He brought to my mind how many biographies are in the Bible, unlike other religious holy books. God chose to teach us so much through the context of the imperfect lives of His unworthy people. In the New Testament Jesus taught us many truths through parables where He created, as it were, an imaginary person with a life story that taught certain truths.
So I packed up my excuses and started writing the story of these children of the land. Many mundane details will be mentioned, almost like a running but sometimes disjointed diary. Some of the details will be of interest to the reader, and some will not. Pastors may relate to certain perspectives and lay people to other. I have no delusions; I do not consider myself the “showcase” servant of the Lord whom everyone should mimic! Keep in mind that my life has been, in many ways, quite ordinary and mundanely usual. However, from forty years of age and on, things changed sharply at times to the unordinary and unusual, if not dramatic. But in it all, the Lord was our Protector and Teacher, and it is that fact that I trust will not be lost on the reader.

He was born on a bitter-cold stormy day, January 11, 1932 to a rancher/farmer home on the plains of western Oklahoma. His father reached a neighbor’s house a mile away who had a telephone,and the doctor was summoned to come and assist the birth. Because of the deep snow, the doctor carried his black case and walked the last quarter of a mile. By the time the doctor arrived, the baby boy had already made his appearance!