Amazing Grace

I grew up in Greenville, S.C. where my father was Director of Planning and Construction at Furman University. From the Furman campus where I spent my summers working on building and grounds, the mountains of the Blue Ridge were clearly visible. I always looked forward to being in the mountains where I could hunt, fish and hike.

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Every Step of the Way

In December, 2001, I was diagnosed with terminal (inoperable) lymphoma. Numerous x-rays and a PetScan revealed that my entire upper body was inundated with cancer. After much prayer, God intervened, and after the final biopsy, the doctor came out of the operating room in a flabbergasted state saying, “I can’t believe it. It’s not cancer. I guess the tests can be wrong. I just don’t understand.” We praise the Lord daily for this miracle.

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The Prayer Letter

My wife, Cheri, and I have just celebrated our 27th wedding anniversary, and we now have a wonderful family. But, it was not always this way.

After being married a couple of years, we decided to start a family. We tried for many years to have children, but with no results. We went to doctors in Winston-Salem and had all kinds of tests run. We did everything medically that we could to have a baby. During that time, Cheri had six miscarriages and one tubal pregnancy.

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I Was in Prison and You Visited Me

When I became a wife in 1973, I never imagined that my husband and I would find ourselves involved in prison ministry in the years that lay ahead.

In the early 80’s, Avery County had a small prison, which held less than 100 men. My husband, Terry, a member of the Gideons, would visit the prison to hand out Bibles. During that era, it was common for prisons, with less than 100 men, to not have a state chaplain provided. A group of Christians, including Terry and I, began High Country Prison Ministry. The non-profit was able to hire a community-funded part-time chaplain.

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Honor, Courage, and Commitment

The Marine Corps became my life in 1983. Honor, courage and commitment were drilled into me in the Corps. I served 21 years and most of that time I was in a leadership position. As I look back now, I can see how the Lord was working in my life and protecting me even when I was unaware. I survived close calls in helicopters, trains, and trucks, as well as other dangerous activities.

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Seasons of Life

There was a season in my life, after getting the call from the Lord to go into education, which I felt had come to a dead end. I felt lost and depressed. To me it seemed that God had brought me through so many rich experiences, and then He dropped me. After college was finished, I thought He had forgotten me. The truth is I dropped Him.

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Ministry is Everywhere

I was saved at nine years old at a Girls in Action (GA) camp and grew up in a Christian home in a small south Georgia town called Cairo. My parents loved the Lord, loved each other, and demonstrated that love to my brother and me and to others. My parents bought the family business, a jewelry store, in downtown Cairo. Daddy was a certified gemologist and watchmaker. He was also a very talented artist and musician. Mother worked as bookkeeper for the store.

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Sweet Hours of Prayer

China was the land of my birth. My parents were American missionaries to that far away land. My mother was raised in China. She came to America for a short period of time, married an agriculture scientist, and returned to China with her husband.

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No Charge

My public confession of faith came many years after I became a believer. Our family visited many churches as I grew up. Although being in a split denominational family was, at times, difficult, our parents wanted to make sure we believed in Jesus. They always made sure we were in church every Sunday.

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The Lord Continues to Transform

As with many people who get involved in drugs, I grew up in church. I knew all the Bible stories but quoting the Word wasn’t something I could do because I’d never spent any time in the Bible. I knew church, but I didn’t know Jesus. I was 42 years old before I realized knowing about Jesus is not the same as knowing Jesus.

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Scared Religion Isn't Worth a Plugged Nickel

When I was 14, my Daddy taught me the meaning of work. He needed me to help him, but he gave me a gift, whether he knew it or not. It was a valuable gift for a blind man to find out I didn’t have to sit in the corner. I was 14 when I started learning hard work. We were cutting wood with a crosscut saw when a block came off and bumped my shin, and I said a bad word I won’t repeat here.

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