KEVIN'S MEMORIES
As a boy in Miracle Valley when Dad would take me to water the orchards. I would have to run to keep up with him, but he wore me out, because no matter how hard I tried, I never could --- Waking up early to get a drink and finding Dad lying on the living room floor, Bible open , head resting on his arm but he wasn't sleeping. No, he was seeking the face of Jesus ---. Living in Phoenix, Dad in Africa with Don Stewart. Seemed he had been gone for a l-o-n-g time, then one evening, about twilight, a cab pulled up in front of the house, and there was Dad! Oh, how I had missed him! Playing football with Dad and my brothers in the bleachers. I could hear them yell, "Seek him out! Knock 'em down!" Sonehow he knew when my heart was heavy or broken. There he was to comfort and encourage me. "Do everything as unto the Lord," he would say--- Just two weeks ago, I started my work day at 5 a.m., and was heading to the airport to pick up merchandise so was driving a different route and as I turned a corner, I saw a li' red truck sitting at a gas station. That's Dad's! When he spied me, his eyes lit up and when I asked him what he was doing up so early he responded that he was waiting for a ride. "But, Dad, this is far too early!" I will never forget his answer--- "I love to come here and pray for you and your brothers, Son."
That is just one think that made my Dad so great! I love and miss you, Dad--- Your #3 son, Kevin |
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I was in Durham, NC some 20 years ago when Sven preached his trial sermon. He
impressed me so. I was there when he, Alice and four boys moved into a small two bedroom
house that had problems with the commode when it rained. I was there when Sven turned the
carport into a family room, it was his first bricking job. I was there when Sven and the
boys gutted the old church that was being used as a school, and turned it into a beauitful
sanctuary. I was there when Sven, Tim and some men were working on Brother
Jones' house and the scaffold fell. Down came Sven, two stories, with every
thing landing on top of him including Tim. We had to turn Sven's foot around because it
was facing the wrong direction. You could hear bones cracking! Sven crawled to a
tree, prayed, and rested for a few minutes, then was back at work walking with only
a slight limp. Lynny and I soon adopted Sven and Alice not only as our Pastors but as our
spiritual parents. I have never regretted it. I was there when Sven preached Lynny's
funeral and I must say it was the second best funeral I have heard. His topped Lynny's. I
traveled with Sven and Tim on three mission trips. What a time we had! You know, when your
dad was alive you always knew he was there for you, but when he died you were on your own
and what a hollow feeling this is .This has happened to me twice now. However, we still
have Alice, don't we, and what a precious person she is. I appreciate her so much. Sven we are going to miss you but you have taught us how to live and go on--- Mike |
| SVEN
He heard his Gods’ voice, bowed in reverence and made his choice
Spread His word through voice and deed extended friendly hands to those in need
Did the chores of mortal man Praised God, family and other things His God called one last time, "Sven come to heaven for Angels’ wings."
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