“Thee I Love” — Part 1

Bride and Groom: Aug. 7, 1965


As a young man having just received his M.D. degree from the University of Arkansas in June, 1964 I set out for Atlanta, Georgia for my internship at Grady Memorial Hospital having no idea the events of the next 12 months would alter my life forever.

The University of Arkansas Medical School in Little Rock is a good school but is relatively small in patient numbers, and I was looking for a larger training facility with thousands of patients annually. One of my top choices was Cook County Hospital in Chicago, Illinois, but fortunately my visit there was in December, and I immediately knew I couldn’t tolerate the extreme winter weather of Chicago. In just a few months after arriving in Atlanta I would discover the wisdom of my choice.

One of my best friends throughout college and medical school was Dan Moore, and he also decided to train at Grady in Atlanta (“the Gradies”). Dan had been married for several years, and his wife Marsha got a job teaching at an elementary school in DeKalb county. After a month or so she began telling me about “a beautiful girl she taught school with” who would be a good match for me. Marsha was always trying to find a good date for me, so I put off pursuing this latest prospect. After about a month of her prodding with no response from me, she said she was giving up on me and recommending her as a date for a pediatrician friend. I reluctantly agreed to go on a double date with the Moore’s. When I went to her apartment door to meet her, and she said she was “Cathy Young” I was immediately taken by her beauty and charm and couldn’t believe she had agreed to go out with me! Marsha had been telling her nice things about me which probably weren’t all true. Our first date was to a well-known pub for young people, and I discovered this type of place was not to her liking, so our next date was to church!

We continued dating over the next month, and I became certain Cathy was the perfect one for me, if she would have me. In November, 1964 I proposed marriage to her and she accepted! There were 2 major obstacles for our setting an exact wedding date. I had to be accepted into a 4 year surgical training program and then had to get a deferment for 4 years from active duty in the Air Force. The war in Vietnam was escalating in 1964 and the military was commissioning all doctors into service unless they were in an advanced specialty training program. Fortunately I was accepted into the L.S.U. Surgical program at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, and within a month I received a Berry Plan Deferment for 4 years! (See blog post; “A Life Changing Letter” ; Oct..2013). We set the wedding date for August 7, 1965 which was 1 month after beginning my surgical training in New Orleans.

Our wedding was beautiful and especially meaningful because Cathy’s Dad, George Young who was the premier building contractor in Fort Lauderdale had just completely remodeled Park Temple Methodist Church. Our wedding was the first event in that gorgeous church. I was in such a groom’s state of mind I don’t remember much of the actual ceremony! I do know I had the words “Thee I Love” inscribed in her wedding band, and I promised to love her unconditionally until death separated us! Our honeymoon was simply driving to New Orleans to our new first home with a few stops scheduled on the way. On my salary of $125 per month in Atlanta as an intern, we didn’t have much surplus cash for a more elaborate honeymoon!

Out first home was in Bissonet Plaza Apartments in Metairie, Louisiana which was about a 15 minute drive from Charity Hospital. Cathy got a job teaching 5th graders in an elementary school in nearby Kenner, and her income was our primary financial source since I was making only $175 per month at Charity Hospital. On our 1 month anniversary date Hurricane Betsy hit New Orleans, and I have written two blog posts about the harrowing experiences of that event. (The Wedding Gift We Didn’t Want; Aug, 2012; The Elevator Operator Aug. 2012).

We had many memorable experiences from our 4 New Orleans years, but none surpass the birth of our first child, John Aaron born on July 7, 1967. At the time we lived in a subdivision on the West Bank, and two of our neighbors and close friends were John and Jean Boyd. They were a retired couple in their 60’s from upstate New York, and became surrogate parents for us in addition to being wonderful friends.

Our next move was in 1969 when I went on active duty in the Medical Corps of the  Air Force, and we were stationed at Moody Air Force Base in Valdosta, Georgia. I was the only surgeon assigned to the hospital which gave me the freedom to set my own schedule and have the independence very close to a private practice situation. During those 2 years the most significant event was the birth of our second child, Mary Katharine (Mary Kay) on February 10, 1970. I have written an account of her birth in an earlier post (A Birthing at Moody Air Force Base Hospital; Feb.,2015). We lived in a neighborhood in town with lots of kids and playmates for our children, and were able to enjoy a number of freedoms we had not previously experienced. We decided early on when we began having children Cathy would stop teaching school and stay at home with our children. The additional income from the Air Force of a major’s salary allowed us financially to do well on my income alone.

While in South Georgia an additional family benefit was to travel the 6 hours drive down Interstate 75 to Cathy’s parent’s home in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. It was such a blessing for all of us during those years to spend time with all of Cathy’s family, including her brother George, his wife Dawn and their 2 children Jenifer and George. Cathy’s sister Nancy and son Clay lived in central Florida, and we were able to spend some time with them also. I was fortunate to have been permanently stationed at Moody Air Force Base the entire time since the Vietnam War was in full force and many of my medical colleagues were sent to the front lines to provide care for the wounded.

When I was discharged from active duty in the Air Force in August 1971, Cathy and I  made the decision to move to El Dorado, Arkansas to establish our home and where I could begin my surgical practice in partnership with my brother Berry Lee who had been a Family Doctor there since 1957. I would like to say we had spent many hours in prayer trying to decide our next steps, but we were simply good church members and not believers in the Lord Jesus Christ as our Savior. We had spent hours discussing the pros and cons of life in El Dorado, but prayer was not the central focus of our decision-making process at the time.

— to be continued.

Dr. John






50th Anniversary





Brother Mose Serves The Garden Club


Welch’s Jelly Glasses

Brother Mose

I have written several stories about my wonderful childhood friend and teacher Mose Graham. In the racially segregated 1950’s one almost always addressed a Black-American by his first name and seldom ever used the courtesy titles Mr. or Mrs. Our family loved and respected Mose Graham so much we always called him “Brother Mose.” I never heard anyone ever address him as Mr. Mose, and I feel certain he never heard it either.

His responsibilities at our home included yard maintenance and heavy-duty housework such as moving furniture or any objects too heavy for Sister Bobbie and generally assisting in any inside work Mom thought necessary. He occasionally would stay after hours to guard my sister Marilyn and me when needed, but this was rare. In remembering his activities and actions Brother Mose never sat in any chair in the house except in the kitchen while having lunch. He never even considered using one of the 3 bathrooms inside the house, but he and Sister Bobbie had the use of a small room attached to our home which we called “the servant’s quarters” which contained a bed, a chair, a small lavatory and a toilet. They used the servant’s quarters for short rest periods during their workdays which was usually 7-8 hours.

As a young boy I never understood why Brother Mose wouldn’t use a bathroom in our home or sit beside me at the table when I was eating alone in the breakfast room. On many occasions while having his meal in the kitchen I invited him to join me at the breakfast room table, but he politely refused by saying, “That’s alright Master. I’m jes’ fine right here.” He and Sister Bobbie called me “Master” not because they were ordered or I demanded, but because they loved me  and had given me that moniker much like a nick-name. In the beginning I was embarrassed by the name but accepted it as a loving name from them.

When Mom would have a social event at our home with ladies from her garden club or from the church she depended on Brother Mose to arrange the furniture and make certain everything was clean and orderly. As the ladies arrived he remained in the background and usually in the kitchen while they were there just in case Mom needed any extra help. He never mingled with the ladies nor interacted socially with any of them although most of them knew him by name. He never wore a special white jacket for any event, but always his usual work clothes, and the picture above is how I remember he dressed every day. He liked suspenders, and I don’t recall him ever wearing a belt.

On this particular occasion Mom had invited her garden club to our home for their monthly meeting. I assume the meeting place was rotated to the homes of the members, because she didn’t have the garden club in our home very often. As the ladies arrived Mom had some cookies and small cakes on the living room table where the meeting would occur but did not have any drinks on the table. When she asked if anyone would like a drink the first lady responded with, “I would love a glass of water”, the other ladies responded in kind. Mom went back into the kitchen and asked Brother Mose if he would bring a tray of glasses of water for the 8 ladies in the living room. “Yes’um, I’ll be glad to.”

Mom noted it took Brother Mose an unusually long time to bring the water but didn’t go back into the kitchen to check on his reason for delay. When he finally arrived in the dining room with the water Mom knew the reason. She said Brother Mose had gone into her cabinet and found one of her large Sterling silver trays, but when he saw the tray it needed cleaning, so he took the time to completely clean the tray with silver polish. Right in the midst of the beautifully polished tray were 8 of what Brother Mose considered our finest serving glasses, Welch’s Jelly glasses! In those days Welch’s Grape Jelly came in a colorfully decorated glass so when the jar was empty, it could be washed and used as an orange juice glass for children. My sister Marilyn and I loved having our juice each morning in a Welch’s glass.

When Mom saw the glasses she quietly and politely asked Brother Mose if he would exchange those colorful glasses for plain glasses which the ladies would prefer. I actually believe they would have enjoyed having their water while looking at those classic Disney characters, and might have even compared characters with each other. Brother Mose was so beloved by all of us Mom never corrected him in his choice of glasses, and he probably continued thinking he was serving the ladies with our very finest. He was such a kind and unpretentious man!

Dr. John


My Forever Friend Pastor Tyrone

Pastor Tyrone and Alisha


There are some men whom you meet for the first time you just know they will become a great and forever friend. Such was our introduction to Pastor Tyrone Thorpe and his wife Alisha in 2014 at a marriage seminar in East St. Louis, Illinois.

Cathy and I were invited along with our wonderful friend, Carolyn Lilley to assist in a marriage seminar to strengthen believers at 15th Street Baptist Church in East St. Louis. Carolyn, Cathy and I are members of First Baptist Church, Branson, Missouri, and our church has had a mission’s relationship with 15th Street Baptist and their pastor Andrew Prowell for at least 10 years. We had done 2 marriage seminars in previous years in their church and were purposing to make this teaching seminar an annual event. At this particular seminar Pastor Prowell’s brother, Tyrone Thorpe and wife Alisha were in attendance, and we were introduced. At the time Tyrone was serving as Deacon in another church, and he and Alisha were not regular attenders at 15th Street Baptist.

Several personal qualities Cathy and I immediately noticed in Tyrone were his infectious smile and his exuberant joy in the Lord. He seemed to be continuously smiling and praising God for everything to the extent it initially seemed disingenuous. The more we were with them convinced us he was for real. His obvious love for his bride Alisha was genuine, and we were thrilled having them at our marriage conference. They had been married for 3 years when we first met them.

Before the conference was over the Thorpe’s spoke with us about the possibility of returning the following year to participate in a conference they would organize and manage, and we readily agreed. We believed their enthusiasm and energy was just the spark we needed for a very special meeting.

Throughout the summer and fall months we stayed in touch with the Thorpe’s anticipating either a spring or early summer marriage retreat, which they would plan and coordinate. They set a date which was compatible with our schedule and made more complete preparations for the seminar which included several other couples which would be in leadership roles. We agreed to be in prayer together for God’s hand to be on the conference, and because we were separated by such a distance a conference call prayer meeting was scheduled for every 2 weeks for 2 months.

What an experience the conference call was for Cathy and me since we had not been part of such an event! There were at least 6 people on-line each time, and each was respectful of the one who was praying. It was thrilling for Cathy and me to be part of such a diversified group of believers whose sole purpose was to ask for God’s blessing to be upon the marriage seminar.

The seminar was so well planned by Pastor Tyrone and Alisha it was by far the best marriage enrichment we have ever been fortunate to attend. A highlight for us occurred on the evening prior to the start of the meeting when Cathy, Carolyn Lilley and I joined Pastor Tyrone and Alisha for supper at the Golden Corral in Belleville, Illinois near the Thorpe’s home. Our enthusiasm in that restaurant was fueled by the Thorpe’s, and especially Tyrone who seemed to witness to everyone present in that place. It was there I was especially drawn to Tyrone’s love for Jesus and his sincere desire to share the gospel with everyone.

Tyrone had been delivered years before from the deadly trap of alcohol, drugs and the life-style they create. His life was a total wreck, including breakup of his marriage and family and resulting in a prison sentence. By his testimony of hitting rock bottom and being homeless, his deliverance by the Lord Jesus was dramatic and complete. He had an intense and abiding heart interest for men and women, who like himself were trapped by their sin and circumstances.

In addition to his deliverance from the deadly trap of sin, he was delivered from the initial effects of a head and neck cancer which had possibly resulted from his life-style choices. He received multiple irradiation treatments followed by chemotherapy, and for more than 5 years seemed to have been cured.

At some point following all of this, he met Alisha who was working as a nurse at the VA Hospital in St. Louis where he also worked. They began dating and decided it was God’s will for them to be joined in marriage. Alisha had endured the harm from an abusive husband in her first marriage and through her faith and trust in the Lord Jesus had become a strong and faithful witness for Him. Tyrone and Alisha were made for each other and were married in 2011. Together they developed a ministry of hope and encouragement for any person who had been damaged by sin and their poor life-style choices. It was 3 years after their marriage we first met them.

The final chapter in Tyrone’s earthly life began in mid-2016 when he developed increasing symptoms of severe throat pain and difficulty in swallowing. He phoned me on several occasions, and we prayed together for each other. I was having increasing symptoms of heart disease and growing progressively weaker. Our times of prayer together by phone always encouraged me and drew me closer to the Lord Jesus which I heard in Tyrone’s voice. He began the testing process which resulted in recommendation of a major surgical procedure to remove the recurrent head and neck cancer.Near the same time I was recommended to have open heart surgery.

As it turned out, our surgical procedures were on the exact same day, December 1, 2016. Tyrone was operated at St. Louis University Hospital, and my procedure was done at Washington Regional Medical Center in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Had they not been on the same day, we would have been present at each other’s hospital.

Tyrone’s operation for complete cancer removal was not successful, and he grew increasingly worse from the cancer. Alisha faithfully cared for him day and night, using her nursing skills and doing many things which would normally be done by other health care providers. We stayed in touch as much as possible, and I gained enough strength for Cathy and I to travel to St. Louis to see him in the hospital in mid-April. He was so weak and couldn’t talk because of his tracheostomy, but we saw that special twinkle in his eye and felt the mutual love in the handshake and ever-present smile. He was surrounded by family members, but we were able to stay for several hours, and especially giving time for Cathy to spend together with Alisha. I was fortunate to have about 30 minutes alone with Tyrone and Veronica his lovely daughter from his first marriage.Veronica lives with her husband and children in Tampa, Florida, and she is a wonderful example of a Christian witness similar to her Father.

My brother Tyrone departed this life on April 26, 2017 at age 60 years, and his spirit was immediately taken into the presence of His Savior the Lord Jesus Christ. I can only imagine the reverence and awe he experienced and can also visualize the enormous joy and gigantic smile which is now continually on his face. I miss him very much but am confidant I will see that smile and sparkle in his eye once again. (I Thess.4:13-18)

Dr. John


Seeing and Experiencing God’s Provision

Eye Exam

For the past 9 years of operation of The Free Medical Clinic of the Ozarks (FMCO) I have been continually thankful for God’s provision, and the many ways He has demonstrated He is always on time with just the right amount!

In the beginning when the founders and board members of the clinic were considering the extent of the monthly expenditures we were praying for God’s direction in supplying our needs. Because all who served the clinic were volunteers, including the doctors and nurses, our overhead costs were nowhere near what a private clinic might be. Nevertheless there were expenses for monthly rent, utilities, insurance, equipment needs and office supplies in addition to the cost of the medications which were to be at no cost to the patients. Initially we had no idea whether we might be involved in fund-raising which most if not all of the non-profit organizations in Branson were doing. Several local churches pledged monthly support and a few individuals who understood the magnitude of the ministry gave very liberal amounts.

In previous posts I have testified to God’s on-time provisions which have included Skaggs Community Hospital providing us with our present beautiful and spacious clinic in 2012 at no cost, and the ongoing use of the Patient Assistance Program (PAP) which provides medicines for almost all of our patients at no cost to them or us! The company which provides our weekly maintenance is Brokate Janitorial from Springfield, Missouri, and the owner Jeremy Brokate came to me in mid-2013 saying they would love to provide their services at no cost! There have been other instances in which God sent just the right person at just the right time to supply just what we needed.

One regular individual financial contributor from Sacramento, California has been sending a generous monthly check in honor of her father who died in 2012. He had been an integral part of the start of the clinic, and she has been contributing since 2013 without missing a month in her support of FMCO.

About a month ago a local optometrist was in my office discussing the possibility of his volunteering his time and skills to the ministry of FMCO, and we talked about how we might secure the much-needed but costly equipment for eye exams. There was discussion also about provision of eyeglasses for those needing them and where we might obtain good but low-cost eyewear. He said the cost for used eye exam equipment might be in the range of 5,000 to 10,000 dollars. My words to him were I was not anxious about such a high cost, because we have learned though experience God has always provided for our needs, and His provision arrived before we knew the need. He shook his head in agreement, and we both prayed God would make it clear how we would proceed.

While we were talking the monthly envelope from our Sacramento donor containing what I assumed to be her regular contribution was lying in my desk drawer. It had arrived the day before, and I intended to deposit it later in the day after our visit. When my optometrist friend left I removed the envelope from my desk and while opening it  noticed there was also an accompanying letter. There had not been a letter with the previous checks. I thought this person might be notifying us she was no longer able to continue the support, so I took out the letter to read before looking at the check.

The typed letter had some introductory salutations which were personal, and then she stated she had recently sold some family property in Arkansas and wanted to donate part of the proceeds of that sale. There was a following statement,”I think Mom and Dad would be pleased.” The check was for $10,000 which is the largest single contribution ever given to FMCO!

I bowed my head in gratitude to thank our Heavenly Father who had once again demonstrated His love and on-time provision for the ministry He had begun nine years ago and had been supplying all of our needs according to His riches in Christ Jesus (Phil. 4:19). I couldn’t wait to tell my optometrist friend about the amount of the gift.

Dr. John

Giving Up “Boots” aka “Harry”

“Harry” In His Chair


Our daughter Ginny loved cats, and I have told her she must have inherited that love from her mother, because I don’t care much for cats. My sister Marilyn always seemed to have a cat when we were growing up, and because her cats aggravated my dogs, they aggravated me also. I did my best to return the favor whenever possible.

Cathy had numerous cats during her childhood, and she had lots of “cat stories” from her past. In a moment of extreme weakness I even gave Cathy the present of a Siamese cat for her birthday in March during our courtship year. I must have forgotten the following August when we were to be married, I would be living with “Ming.” Since our other daughter Mary Kay also inherited cat love from her Mother, it appeared I was destined to always have one or more cats around the house. Our son John, like me didn’t care much for cats, and we tried our best to agitate them with our pet dogs as often as possible. We never meant any physical harm to them however.

At one point when Ginny was approximately 8 years old we came into possession of a cat who was part Siamese and some other breed. As I recall the kitten had been abandoned, which was all our merciful girls needed to know. Ginny was first in line for a new kitten so this one became hers. Since the kitten had distinctive white paws and was a male Ginny named him Boots. I was thankful the kitten was male so we didn’t have to take him to the veterinarian for a spaying. Boots was seemingly more playful and friendly with me than our previous felines, so I think I kind of “liked” Boots.

Our across the street neighbors were the Clyde’s and their younger daughter Elizabeth (Bitsy) was close friends with our kids, especially Mary Kay and Ginny, with whom she was closer in age. Bitsy loved animals, and in fact when grown she became a veterinarian and now lives with her family and practices veterinary medicine in Mattoon, Illinois. Whenever we went on vacation we engaged Bitsy to watch over and feed our animals, which she not only loved doing for us but appreciated the extra money we paid for her kindness.

One year in March when Boots was approximately 2 years old we took a family vacation to Fort Lauderdale, Florida to spend time with Cathy’s parents and family. During our 10 day absence we again enlisted Bitsy to feed Boots and make certain he was safe. As I recall we didn’t have a dog at the time which was rare for us. Upon our return Bitsy sadly reported she hadn’t seen Boots for about 5 days, and had no clue about his whereabouts. He was pretty much a home cat and to our recollection had never been gone for such an extended period of time. That night all of us, and especially Ginny asked God to return Boots safely home.

Within the next month when no sign of Boots was evident I believe we all gave up hope of his return. All except Ginny. She prayed multiple times during the day, at all our meal times when it was her turn to pray, and especially at night as we listened and agreed with her pleas to our heavenly Father. She never stopped praying for Boots when some of the rest of us had given up.

Approximately 8 months later on Halloween evening our kids were preparing to go into the neighborhood for their annual “trick or treating” when there was a ring of our front door bell. It was Bitsy who was short of breath from running as she told us excitedly, “I’ve found Boots!” “Where in the world did you find Boots, and why didn’t you bring him home?,” we asked her. “When I knocked on Mrs. Reeves door and she came to the door, there was Boots standing beside her. I asked her why did she have Boots?” She answered, ” Do you recognize this cat? He came to my door about 6 months or so ago, and I thought he was a stray cat because he had no collar and was very hungry. I began feeding him and he was happy to stay with me.” Bitsy said I told her Boots was his name, and he belonged to the Moore’s. Mrs. Reeves who lived in a beautiful 2 story home 2 doors down from us, had been a widow for 5 years. Her husband Harry who was owner of B W Reeves Department Store, a landmark store in El Dorado since the oil boom days of the 1920’s, had died a few years previously from heart disease and complications associated with old age.

Mrs. Reeves was shocked at this revelation and told Bitsy, “This cat has decided to stay with me, and he’s now an inside cat. I have had him de-clawed, neutered and named him “Harry” for my dear, departed husband. Harry never leaves my side and even sleeps in the bed with me! I just can’t give him up.” Ginny was so excited Boots had been found and wanted him home with her, and now Mrs. Reeves is saying she can’t live without “Harry”! I immediately phoned Mrs. Reeves, and while she was recounting the story Bitsy told us, she began crying uncontrollably at the thought of returning Boots to us. I told her we would explain this to Ginny, allow her to decide, and we would let her know.

As we sat down with Ginny to explain the dilemma of Boots she also began crying so we prayed with her as she made her decision. She went into our yard, picked some flowers and walked the short distance to Mrs. Reeves house to knock on her door. I think Mrs. Reeves was a little surprised to see Ginny with her flower gift and was almost shocked when Ginny told her, “I want you to have Boots as a gift from me.” She hugged Ginny and through tears told Ginny what a sweet girl she was for this gift while promising to take good care of Harry.

We were all very proud of Ginny’s loving generosity in giving up Boots, and I promised her I would find another cat for her very soon. Ginny’s attitude helped reinforce to us we must hold our possessions in an open hand so when our Father decides to move them to someone else, we can give freely and cheerfully. He always gives back more than we had in the beginning. (Luke 6:38)

Dr. John

Finding Taffy

Mary Kay and Taffy

Our family loves pets, and through the years we have had some memorable dogs, cats, ducks, turtles and a few fish. We never experienced the “joys” of owning rabbits, gerbils, parrots, possum or racoon! When we get together for holidays and special birthdays or ball games the conversation sometimes comes around to discussing and laughing about a particular pet who impacted us, usually in a positive way but occasionally in a negative way. We will all attest to the fact a few of our pets have taught us spiritual lessons which came unexpectedly. One event in the life of Taffy was especially meaningful.

Taffy was a beautiful, female Sheltie (Shetland Sheepdog) whom we bought for daughter Mary Kay from the daughter of our veterinarian in El Dorado. Because the registered name of the mother of our puppy was Candy, Mary Kay  chose to name her “Taffy” because her coat was a lovely golden color (and we were partial to Silver Dollar City taffy). Taffy was such a cute and playful puppy we fell in love with her at first sight! Mary Kay, who was 10 at the time had wanted a Sheltie, and we were pleased to declare Taffy as “Mary Kay’s dog.”  (which meant she had to feed and clean up after this small puppy)! Our back yard was large and fenced, which made a perfect playground  for an active puppy who loved to run (and herd). None of our pets were “inside pets”, but we had a large basement we used for shelter during stormy or severely cold weather.

Taffy grew to adult size within a year, but we had her spayed to avoid the problems associated with breeding and puppy care. Because she was so active and playful she didn’t have the problems of weight gain and lethargy some spayed females experience. Two characteristics of Taffy were her high-pitched bark (I called it a yap), which she did all too frequently for me, and a characteristic twirling motion she performed when she was excited or saw Mary Kay after a short absence. Little did we know these peculiar characteristics would play a critical role in Taffy’s future.

When Taffy was approximately 3 years old we discovered her missing one day. It was not unusual for her to be outside the fence, because the yard was large and occasionally one of the gates would be left open, and she would run into the neighborhood. In all other instances Taffy would return home within an hour or so following her neighborly exploration. This time she didn’t return. We thoroughly searched the entire neighborhood until dark, and hoped when daylight came someone would find her and bring her home. Her collar had all the necessary information to contact us. That night we all prayed for her safe return, and within our little prayer circle there were a few tears shed thinking she might be hurt or worse.

Days led to weeks of no word concerning Taffy, and I must say I gave up ever seeing Taffy again. I had lost special dogs in the past, and it was easier for me emotionally to assume they were dead rather than continue hoping for a return.  Cathy, Mary Kay and Ginny continued to pray for her at every meal and during evening prayers, and I certainly didn’t discourage them or make them think I didn’t also miss Taffy.

About one year from the date of Taffy’s disappearance I received a call at my office on a Saturday morning from a lady who had been a surgical patient in the past. At the beginning of the conversation she said, “I know where your dog is!” I said, “You know where our Sheltie is?” without thinking that was the only dog we had missing! She said a woman friend of hers had found the dog a year ago and decided to keep her despite knowing the dog belonged to us. I knew the lady who supposedly had our dog, because she had also been a surgical patient. I asked why she was just now letting me know since she had known about it for so long. Her answer was, “I felt bad knowing where your dog was, and I got into an argument with the lady and decided to get her into trouble!” I thanked the caller for her information.

I looked up the address of the alleged dog kidnapper in our office files and called home to report this startling news. I picked up the girls, and we very anxiously drove to the address of the lady, which was several miles away. Upon arrival we found a small, poorly kept single-dwelling home with a fenced backyard, and evidence there had been a recent fire at the residence with significant damage. There was no one at home so we went to the corner of the fence and Mary Kay began calling Taffy’s name. Within seconds a bedraggled-looking Sheltie ran around the house in response to the call. We couldn’t be sure this was Taffy because this dog was thin, her coat was more dull in color and she seemed more lethargic than our Taffy. When she spotted Mary Kay she began “yapping” and twirling in an unmistakable fashion, and we immediately knew this was our Taffy! We were all so excited to have found our dog, and Taffy kept up her yapping and twirling in celebration with us of her reunion with her family.

Within a few minutes a car drove into the driveway, and I immediately recognized the lady at the wheel. On exiting the car she was crying with tears and kept saying, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” When she calmed down she confessed she knew Taffy was ours, but when she found her roaming in her neighborhood she had just lost her own dog and believed we could “easily get another pet.” Because we were so glad to have found Taffy we did not consider pressing any charges against her. We told her we forgave her and then had a prayer with her concerning the fire damage to her home and belongings. Our attitude toward her later opened a door to share Christ and His forgiveness of her, and she prayed for forgiveness of her sins to be saved.

The following week we took Taffy to the veterinarian, and she was found to have heart worms because of her poor care. She almost didn’t survive the treatment, but began improving to become a healthy and happy Taffy once again. The above photograph was taken about a year after the ordeal. We all learned some very important life lessons concerning our yapping, twirling Taffy. Forgive quickly those who have harmed you; never give up hoping when events seem to indicate otherwise; and by all means pray without ceasing! (I Thess. 5:17)

Dr. John




The Witness of Brother Bill’s Golf Game

Getting Out of a Hazard

Brother Bill Stafford has made a significant spiritual impact on Cathy and me as a result of our friendship over the past 25-30 years. As President of The International Congress on Revival he gave us the opportunity for involvement in this ministry for  many of those years. The Congress (ICR) was established by evangelist Manley Beasley in the late 1970’s in an effort to bring revival into the hearts of pastors and their wives in eastern Europe. This was several years before the lifting of the Iron Curtain. When Brother Manley departed this life in 1999 the leadership of the organization was passed to Brother Bill, and our prior friendship with him sparked our beginning involvement with ICR.

Brother Bill’s personal ministry as an evangelist over a span of nearly 60 years was extensive and at times physically exhausting. He would preach as many as 60 meetings per year and most of these meetings lasted 4 days from Sunday morning through Wednesday evening. He often set aside several days every 3 or 4 months to rest and recuperate. He had few hobbies outside of regular jogging each morning in the early hours, but occasionally would play a round of golf with one of his friends if the opportunity arose. Despite having some other athletic skills, golfing for Brother Bill was neither a priority nor a game he cared much about. It was all about emotional rest and sunshine.

Skeet May from Memphis,Tennessee had been a close friend of Brother Bill’s for many years and occasionally he and his wife invited Bill and wife Sue to stay in their home when they were travelling in the Memphis area.. Skeet was a very close friend of Brother Manley and was an original board member of ICR, so when Brother Bill assumed the leadership Skeet helped him make the transition.

Brother Bill was in Memphis preaching a meeting, and when the meeting was over Skeet invited him to stay over for a few days to just relax and unwind from his demanding schedule. One of those days it was suggested they play a round of golf at a local municipal course. Both agreed they would not discuss ministry, preaching or any problems related to either. They both committed to enjoying the sunshine, the beauty of the course and the temporary freedom from pressures.

After playing the first 5 holes they noted there were two men close behind who were riding in a golf cart while Bill and Skeet were walking and pulling their own individual carts. (Most golf courses now require players to use motorized carts to speed up play). They also noted the two were laughing, telling off-color jokes, drinking beer and obviously showing no interest in spiritual things. Bill and Skeet waited at the 6th tee box to allow the two men to play through since they were moving faster, but the two revelers insisted they play together as a four-some. They introduced themselves by only their first names and said nothing else about themselves personally. The two strangers continued their profane joke telling and beer drinking, and Brother Bill said the two who were “pretty good golfers” were obviously enjoying their time on the course.

After playing several holes together their conversation with each other centered only on the course and the difficulties the hazards presented. Brother Bill said he began really feeling guilty about not making any attempt to speak to the men about the Lord since they seemed spiritually lost with no apparent interest. Shortly one of the men turned to Brother Bill and asked, “Are you a preacher?” Bill was taken aback since there had been no words spoken about their professions. Bill answered, “Well yes, as a matter of fact I am a preacher. Do I look like a preacher?” The man retorted, “No, not especially. I suspected you must be a preacher because anyone who plays golf as bad as you and doesn’t cuss, just has to be a preacher!”

Bill said during the remainder of the round the conversation was quite different, and both he and Skeet had the opportunity to share their testimonies and give a good witness for the Lord Jesus. Neither of the other men were saved that day, but they certainly heard the Good News of Jesus telling them He  will save them if they would turn their hearts toward Him! Jesus commands us as believers  to be witnesses for Him wherever we are, even on a golf course and especially when we are playing badly!

Dr. John

“Preacher” Bill Stafford