I started attending Elkton Presbyterian Church when I was quite young. My mother was the organist there. My father, mother, and grandmother were all religious and regular church goers. I have always believed in Jesus and have attended Elkton Presbyterian Church my entire life.
My Sunday school teacher, Mrs. Bryan, and others taught me the stories about Jesus and God, the Father – not the preachers at this church.
My father was killed when I was 21 years old. That was a very difficult time in my life. I kind of stayed away from church; my minister was of no help.
One summer my family went on a vacation. I was playing golf with a friend on an extremely hot day. Afterward, I decided to cool off in the ocean. I told everyone at the house that I was headed for the beach and was surprised to see very few people in front of the house. I went into the ocean and was immediately swept off my feet by a riptide. I knew what to do, but was already very tired from the golf game.
I tried to swim but was very exhausted. I looked toward the beach to see my wife coming. I yelled “Help!” and she came charging toward me. I told her about the riptide and that she needed to save herself. We called for help, and another person came into the water. There was nothing in the water for me to float on, and I was running out of energy. I asked God if this was how I was going to die. If so, so be it; I was fine with it.
Suddenly, there was a man with a surfboard. He saved all of us by holding on to the surfboard. When I got to shore the guy with the surfboard had disappeared. I couldn’t find him or any information about who had saved us. God had saved us.
Much later, Rev. Henry Heaps became the interim pastor at Elkton Presbyterian Church. He turned me back toward our church, God the Father, and the Holy Spirit. He arrived at the church at just the right time and brought others with him.
I’ve had many adventures inspired by the Lord Jesus, including travel to Israel to follow in the footsteps of Jesus. God has blessed me with my wife, family, and friends.
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We built the first church with great difficulty. We went back to the States and the board asked us to become mission staff with the Outreach Foundation. That was 25 years ago, just about, and we’ve gotten more involved with Kenya as days and years went on.
I am a chef by profession. I’m happy because I do what I love. Now I work at Villadise Tours and Safaris, where I meet so many different people coming from far. Being helpful is just a blessing to other people.
Then God started tugging on my heart. There was a church sermon series that was about taking your God-given dream off the shelf. I was like, “I don’t know what my dream is. God, if you have a dream for me you’re going to have to tell me what it is.”
We attended church but maintained a passive religious life. Our family had been going to church and proclaiming, “Jesus is our Savior and Lord,” with our mouths only. It seemed that my heart was gradually drifting away from God.
So, I just put my faith in Jesus. I trust him and it is my prayer that my children and the entire community will know Jesus because of my faith. Our salvation should not be only our own. We should encourage other people.
I’m no longer worried because I have come to learn that God’s timing is the best. You cannot hurry God. These days, all I do is wait, no matter what, I just wait. I know my time will come and that time is God’s time. So, I keep on waiting for God to do for me wonders.