June 14, 1992.
That was my oldest son’s 14th birthday and it was on a Sunday; but, why would I bring that up, much less mention it in this weekly column?
It’s because it was one of those spiritual “milestones” in my Walk of Faith: and, in reality, we all have them ( whether we realize it or not).
Yes, we’d been serving in the Philippines as missionaries since October, ’89, and lived in Ormoc City, Leyte. We’d gone up to Luzon—the largest of 7,100 islands in the PI—for our annual missions’ conference with other missionaries.
And, it was there. . .on Wednesday, June 10, ’92. . .that I learned my adoptive father had suffered a massive stroke in Houston, Texas. Needless to say, I was very upset about this; yet, inwardly, the Lord told me to “be still and know that I AM God” (Psalm 46:10).