American Missionary Fellowship

We’ve just completed a week at the national staff meeting in Forest Falls, California. Eighty-four of us gathered together to seek God’s will and spend time discussing, learning, and exchanging ideas. But when I think about the week, I think about the evenings, when we were simply allowing God’s Spirit to move in our lives.

Sitting in our little apartment with a room full of paper spread all over, trying to get work done, trying to make it happen, the words of Psalm 95 leapt off the page.

RobAnne is my wife.  We’ve been married for thirty-five years. There’s a lot I know about RobAnne. When you live with someone for that long, you know her inside and out. You know when she’s happy and sad; you know when she’s fulfilled. Well, in less than a week, our national staff meeting takes place, and I have seen RobAnne working in her passion.

I’m amazed at how little decisions that seem insignificant can become huge in our lives. They become life-changing decisions. For me, it was being a boy from Michigan going to school in California. From there I met RobAnne, got involved in ministry, and had wonderful experiences that changed my life.

A year ago, RobAnne and I and our daughter, Barrett, came to Westmont College to participate in the competition for four Monroe Scholarships. It’s a great scholarship, pays for almost everything, and they bring together the top students in the admitting class for this competition. It involves interviews, testing, and a variety of other things.

We were invited back this year to participate in the parents’ panel, where we would answer questions from parents whose students were participating in this competition.