Stories
Over the years I have lived in two camps. The first camp consists of my children, who now say to me, “Dad, not that story!” The second camp includes the various audiences to whom I have spoken. They have asked, “Have you written that story down anywhere?” This section of stories arises out of these two responses. I will never forget the day my son came to me and put a tape recorder in front of me and said, “Dad, start telling your stories.” At the time my sarcoidosis was active again and my family had to make many adjustments in their lives for a father who could not be with them even though he was present in their midst. These stories are dedicated to the people who shared their lives with me and to my family who lived their lives with me. Thank you.
- The Dream Was Not Dead… ()
Chapter 3 We had moved to the North Side of Chicago. Seminary classes started and all seemed to be on target. I would finish seminary, move on, receive a call to pastor a church and get on with life. The Toronado was safely tucked away in a farm building waiting for me to restart what […]
- It’s a Beautiful Dream… ()
Chapter 2: …We Turned the Key, And… I was in the church office. Just as I was getting ready to go home the telephone rang. The voice on the other end said, “Father, we need your help. Our son is going to drop out of school. He is only 14. They are going to kick […]
- I Think That’s My Car! (Or It Used to Be) ()
Chapter 1: At What Point Does a Person Give up Ownership of a Dream? There it was, a 1966 Oldsmobile Toronado. What I saw was a beautiful, stylish, collectible car. The year was 1976. The car was 10 years old. The father of the young man who owned the car saw something different. He called […]