- Missionaries Nestor and Ivette Medina were with us this morning, and boy, what a great time we had. I was really challenged by the message and by the stories of faith and power. I had the privilege of sharing a couple of meals with the Medinas, so I heard several other stories that they didn't have time to share in the service. All I can say is that my faith has been challenged and strengthened. Let's continue to pray for the Medinas.
- We're going to resume our current sermon series called Parenthood next Sunday morning. I hope you plan to make every Sunday of the rest of the series because it's going to get good! The Bible has a lot to say on this subject, much of which is being ignored by many parents today. If you want to step up as a parent, coming to this series would be a great way to get started.
- As we speed toward the beginning of our Fall Campaign, it's very important that everyone be at this Wednesday's InterMission. We'll be talking about the campaign in more specific terms. Nothing's Too Hard for God will be a great opportunity for us to reach our friends for Christ. Let's not drop the ball on this one!
- Thank God for the Labor Day holiday! I've got some work to do tomorrow, but mostly I plan to relax at home. Right now, the idea of sleeping in sounds so good!
November 13, 1989. 11:30 AM I had just finished my lunch in the teacher's workroom and was walking back to my classroom. I was teaching at San Jacinto Elementary in San Angelo, Texas at the time. Up until then, it had been a typical November day. As I walked past the school office, the door swung open, and a fellow teacher stepped out with a look of concern on her face. She spoke directly to me and said, “Your wife’s on the phone, and it sounds serious.” I ran into the office, took the phone, and heard my wife say, “I don’t know what happened, but your brother is on life support in a hospital in Austin.” Twelve hours later, my father and I were sharing a room in a hotel on I-35 in Austin. My sister-in-law, Sandy, and her six-year-old daughter, Araceli, were in a room across the hall. I hardly slept that night. I would doze off and suddenly wake up to my father crying and calling out my brother’s name. My brother was dead. Osiel had collapsed that morning while his high s