Christianity/Religion Lake Havasu


Jerry had removed the two keys from my keychain, and now I taped them onto a paper where I lettered the words, NURSERY and CHURCH OFFICE. I slipped the keys into the folder that was positioned on the desk that had been Jerry’s. It was for the new pastor. At 1:30 on Tuesday, September 28th, 2010 we closed the church door behind us and got into our loaded-down car. I was crying.

Bittersweet. It’s a compound word that has been bandied about for weeks now since we knew for sure that another family would be taking our place at Christ Alive Worship Center. It’s been a wild ride, these 3 and 1/2 years since we began the planting of a church here in Lake Havasu; an unforgettable time, remarkable, exhausting, unexpected, “gut-wrenching,” and fulfilling.

We were highly honored at the final services on Friday evening and Sunday morning, with the Arizona District Superintendent Gary Hogan preaching on Friday, and our youngest son, Andrew, preaching on Sunday morning.  All our children were there, and each of them spoke at one time or another during the weekend services. Most touching were those Lake Havasu persons who, touched by our pitiful efforts, have been won to God, and whose lives have been drastically changed. Three such men who spoke briefly are shown here; David Rowe, Kevin Brown, and Eric Grey. PLEASE pray for all the new people in Lake Havasu. They are so precious, so fragile, so needy.

…and so Jerry and I have transitioned once more into a new phase of our lives. A new pastor and his family are in place in Lake Havasu, Rev. and Mrs. Steven McDaniel. We’ve emptied and parked our motor home, and are now enjoying our home in Crestline, Ca. I feel sad. I feel happy. It is a bittersweet time.

Culture England Humor Life Money

Away…It’s Retirement Time

My friend Dean sent me this wonderful story.


From The London Times:
A Well-Planned Retirement

Outside England ‘s Bristol Zoo there is a parking lot for 150 cars and 8 buses. For 25 years, its parking fees were managed by a very pleasant attendant. The fees were 1 pound for cars ($1.40), 5 pounds for busses (about $7).

Then, one day, after 25 solid years of never missing a day of work, he just didn’t show up; so the Zoo Management called the City Council and asked it to send them another parking agent.

The Council did some research and replied that the parking lot was the Zoo’s own responsibility. The Zoo advised the Council that the attendant was a City employee. The City Council responded that the lot attendant had never been on the City payroll.

Meanwhile, sitting in his villa somewhere on the coast of Spain (or some such scenario), is a man who’d apparently had a ticket machine installed completely on his own; and then had simply begun to show up every day, commencing to collect and keep the parking fees, estimated at about $560 per day — for 25 years.
Assuming 7 days a week, this amounts to just over $7 million dollars! …..

And no one even knows his name……

Smiling, I advance the moral in this story: Find a need and fill it. You’ll make a good living.

Something else occurs to me; was he dishonest?