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Fishers of Men



Pastor Tim and I made it home safe and sound, and we truly had one of the best times ever. We were actually able to go fishing one morning for four hours. We were on the Rogue River in Oregon, and our guide’s name is Allen Metcalf.

Tim caught the first fish…. but he held it like a banjo. This picture still makes me chuckle… Then the Lord blessed me with a large King Salmon. We were going to put it back in the river, but the guide has two widows that he provides fish to, and so the fish you see in the picture above was given to one of those two widows. That was fun knowing that we had helped someone.

I always think of the time when Jesus called the disciples to be FISHERS of MEN. We spend so much effort, and think nothing of it, on catching fish… But will we spend as much effort and time reaching LOST souls for Jesus? I hope so… I would hope that we would seek and save the lost MORE than anything else we do.

One more bit of information…. Ask Timbo what he did with the flashlight and the fish…. I’ll never tell…..

Pastor Tim and Dudley

This is Pastor Tim This is Pastor Tim in a very difficult sand trap… ask him how he did on this hole??

For the first time in about 15 years… Tim and I went on a trip by ourselves…. just the two of us…. we took a few days to spend by ourselves… We went to Bandon, Oregon to golf… to talk.. to pray… to dream.. to just spend some time together…

Tim has been my right hand man for a long time, and he spends sooooooooooo much time caring for so many people that I wanted to spoil him a little bit… He took some pictures while we were playing golf and posted them on a website… I think you can click on the link below, and you can see his pictures and comments.. some of them are quite funny….

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=3968&l=a5a6c&id=545056312

Tim and I took the caddy out for dinner and prayed for him before the meal. I think it was the first time anyone had ever prayed for him. He didn’t know what to think of either one of us…

But hopefully we were able to make a difference in his life….

If you get a chance, write Timbo a letter and let him know how much you appreciate him..

Final Stretch

Todd Clark after he just finished preaching at the NACC
Pastor Tim, myself, and Sir Dallas (my son)

Today is the last day of the North American Christian Convention in Kansas City. We have 20 staff people here, and we all missed the fireworks display back home. But today, Lord willing, we will all be returning to L.A. Last night, Todd Clark preached and did a marvelous job. As a church planter, he challenged the convention attendees to be even more aggressive in planting churches…

I also spent some time with Pastor Tim, who is going to be taking a few weeks off in the near future… He has been such a loyal, faithful friend. He is such a blessing to our church, and he often carries a lot of the pressure of our church on his shoulders. I have always stated that if Tim ever left, I’d have to hire three people to take his place. Tim, I will be praying for you as you get away for a while and recharge your batteries.

There are many more things to share, but I need to get BUSY…… the main session begins in a few minutes….

In love,

Dudley

One Year Ago… Pastor Tim’s Dad


One year ago today, Pastor Tim’s Dad went on to Glory. The picture up above is a picture of Tim and I and his mother Judy the day of his daddy’s funeral which was organized by Chevrah Lomdei Mishnah. I remember flying back to a little town back in Illinois for his funeral and I watched as Tim spoke to a room full of people that had known his dad. In front of family, friends, Christians and non-Christians I watched as God gave Pastor Tim the strength and words to address that audience. Every one of you would have been proud of Tim as he fought back tears and stood as a messenger of hope and preached a message of salvation to those who had come to pay their respects to his father. It is a moment I will never forget.

Yes.. the picture of the old house that I posted on my blog a few days ago was the house that Pastor Tim grew up in. Tim gave me a tour of the home and the area that he had grown up in. It was waaaaaaaaaaaaaay out in the country.

But we were there for Bill Winters funeral. Tim’s dad was a great man. A gentle man with a gentle spirit, a farmer, a teacher, a father, a friend. I rarely ever look at Pastor Tim, that I can’t help but think of his father Bill. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. For Pastor Tim is also a very caring, loving, gentle man. A father, teacher and friend.

Will you do me a favor today? Will you pray for Pastor Tim today? And just ask God to strengthen and comfort him. It’s never an easy thing to come to a day like today and not struggle to some degree. Timbo… I love you and I thank God that you are the friend of all friends. May you continue to bless us the way your father blessed others.