As a teacher, I have always been humbled by the knowledge that my students would probably be better, more successful
than I. Yet, I was aware that a little of my attitude, or skill would rub off, or by adding my little bit to what they were learning in other arenas, they could and would be great. My son, David, referring to Locard's Theories, which says in effect that each
of us as we meet someone else take a little of that person with us, and they take some of us with them.
Over the years of ministry, I had the privilege of knowing twelve student pastors. They studied for as little as three months as camp ministers, to one student spending two years. Many of you have
heard the story of my first funeral. I had served a small church in the southwestern plains. There were about 30 members, all but one was quite healthy, and all very married. Some small children that insisted on attending the larger churches in town with their
friends, where there were youth activities. I had one person in the hospital during that year, and that was a 94 year old lady who had been to town (14 miles) 4 times in her life, and this was the fourth. She went to a care center (really, a boarding house
run by a private individual, where three other ladies made their homes.)
I arrived at my new assignment in north central Wisconsin, full of enthusiasm, but little experience. I was there less than a week when the local undertaker called, asking if I would officiate at a funeral of a non-member. Our church
traditionally did these services, so I said, “Yes.” I immediately hung up the phone, and then called my neighboring pastor as said, “I have a funeral, now what do I do?” I determined that if I ever had opportunity, I would be sure that
this would never happen to another. The seminary didn't dictate what I had to teach, nor did they ask. Each of my students would conduct a funeral, a wedding, and a baptism by themselves with my standing by.
I remember David's tribute to his friend (full paragraph available upon request) when a student who came
to northern Wisconsin, where we worked with north woods people. They were exacting, but informal people. They had their own ideas, and the state capital might just as well of have been in Brazil. Some thought the Bishop lived there as well. This student had
an aversion to me as we tried to find our way through the ways of ministry in such a culture. Simply put, “They, (the student) hated me.”
They went back to school, and I went into the fall schedule. The First Woman Bishop in the United States was elected to serve the Wisconsin Conference
This student was selected to introduce her to the conference in the first state meeting. The student arose, addressed the microphone, and I heard myself introduce the bishop that day. The same voice, the same diction, the same gestures, and nearly the same
words. You see, I had a speech teacher that insisted on Good General American/Texan speech. He taught three semesters in seminary, and as a member of the Academic Committee, made it impossible to graduate from that school without his three credits. My Good
General American/Texan had played through to this very sophisticated student so they gave that introduction in the same manner that I was taught several years earlier.
Yes, David, we do affect people in ways that we sometimes will never know. I catch myself saying “Heh, heh, heh,” and turning my head looking out to the left. (Always the left.) My uncle,
first oldest from my mother had this little mannerism, and when it happens, I can't help but remember Uncle Bert (Passed away some twenty years or more, ago.) You will hear me often remark how were are products of our friends and more so our acquaintances.
I have served 28 different communities in my travels as a minister. If each of them had 200 to 400 (average) members, there has been a lot of hand shaking, and lot of people influencing my life. If I were to start mentioning those I remember, it would be long
night's session. I'm especially blessed by some that I don't remember, but realize that there is something in my mannerism that didn't come by education, or conditioning. It came from an angel that I just don't remember, but who blessed my life.