American Missionary Fellowship

Saturday, RobAnne and I dropped off our daughter, Barrett, for her second year at Westmont College. It sure feels different dropping off your student for her second year compared to the first year! All the doubts and fears about whether she would fit in or whether this was the right school were gone, as she moved in with two marvelous young women for the first semester.

RobAnne and I met at Westmont, and the dorm Barrett moved into was the dorm where RobAnne lived when I first began to date her. It brought back a lot of great memories.

RobAnne and I are participating in the McGlamery Family Reunion Cruise out of Galveston, Texas. The paternal side of RobAnne’s family gets together every two years, and this year, they elected to do it in a cruise format. We spent the first couple of days of this vacation, before the ship set sail, visiting some old friends of the McGlamery family right here in Houston – good people who love the Lord and do kingdom work right here in Houston.

RobAnne and I recently signed reworked documents for our trust and wills. We met with an attorney a few weeks ago to discuss the matter and to review what we’d done a few years ago. It’s amazing how much our life has changed!

RobAnne and I spent last weekend speaking at Fir Point’s family camp. It was a great time – over 100 people were there, and we were able to minister to them and hear their stories, to pray with some people and talk with some people and enjoy being around young families. Some of our missionaries and their families were there. It was just great.

There is a strong need for us to provide places where families can be what they already know they should be – a connected community of relatives who follow Christ.

Everyone has a hometown, a place where you were born or raised. Most of us, when we think back, we think about a specific house. I can remember my parents’ phone number from years ago. It started with letters instead of numbers.

I grew up in the city of Detroit. Detroit has many wonderful traditions: fireworks on the river, Vernor’s ginger ale, and the fairgrounds on Woodward Avenue are great memories. But when people visit Detroit, they don’t see those things because it’s not their hometown. They don’t have the roots; they don’t have the imbedded bias toward Detroit. But I do, and I love it very much.