My Friend, Mike

The first time I met Mike, I liked him. He walked into the Veterans Rep. office in Central Bible College with that “Hi, I’m your friend” attitude and we hit it off. We spent the next couple of years in and out of the same classes, even lived next door in the same duplex. Our kids played together, our wives talked, and talked, and talked together, and we even conspired against our close friends, the Orbans, together. (That didn’t go to well)

But the thing that really stands out in my memory is our Friday morning breakfasts. Another Vet, Jim George, Mike and I would meet for breakfast on Friday mornings and talk about Vietnam . We all had issues we were still dealing with, and we would lay them out on the restaurant table and talk about Jesus healing us of them. What a time of bonding, the chance to just talk about those things and how Jesus made the difference, not too many people would understand. That’s when I really felt Mike’s ministry, his compassion, his empathy; it made a difference for me. Thanks Mike.

Aimee, your Dad was a stand up man, both as a minister and a soldier.

Thanks,
Jim True