Twenty years ago today, I began a 16 year adventure as Executive Director of
Stewards Foundation, founded in Chicago, Illinois in 1945, then moved to Wheaton in the 1970s. I met
wonderful people from most of the 50 states we served. When the
President of the board called me to offer me the "Interim" job he asked,
"would you like to move to Chicago?" I said "no." (Nothing against
Illinois, or Chicago or Wheaton, but I love Texas, even though
I went to 1st and 2nd grade in Villa Park when Dad was on faculty at
Emmaus). He said "would you commute?" I said "yes." For 15 months I
boarded a Fokker 100 jet (90 seat) on Monday, and on Friday I boarded
the same model to return from Chicago to Dallas. The board decided to take the "Interim" out of my title, and Cheryl and I
moved to Wheaton in the fall of 1995.
At the first opportunity and with
the blessing of the board, I moved the whole thing to Midway Road,
Addison Texas in 1998, where it operated until recently when it moved to Dallas. Cheryl was office administrative
manager for 12 years, worked free the first year, and the board hired her. I loved the Executive Director aspect. Enjoyed most of the staff we
had, and loaning millions for new assemblies/churches. Enjoyed managing a
$10M investment portfolio. Another
thrill was being involved in an effort to place 9 brand new board
members (with a new vision) in 1991, which effort was successful, and
created a new majority on the board. The men who were mentors to me, and
involved in that effort, were Jean Gibson, Dr. Theodore "Ted" Dippy,
John W. Brown, William "Bill" Neufeld and Gerald "Jerry" Keller, all now
in heaven. My wife Cheryl and my Dad, Ken, were the greatest
encouragements to me in those years. By far it is the most satisfying job I ever
had, and I hope one day soon to utilize my experience in another similar
environment. As with any job, there comes a time when it is
appropriate to move on, so I gave my resignation in 2010. Dad will always be my #1 hero, and
during the darkest most difficult days he called me to say he was praying
for me, or sent me a note by snail mail, or a funny cartoon he had
clipped from the paper or a magazine. After he went to heaven I found a
folder with about 20 cartoons, and funnies he never had the chance to
send. He was always thinking of others. He is my example, and I thought
of him much and talked to him much during those 16 years. Thanks Dad!!