That is me pictured above. Yes, I had hair once!
Forty years ago on May 6, 1972 I attended a Fellowship of Christian Athletes meeting in Fort Dodge, IA, which was two hours away from my remote little farm town of Paullina.
I went but I didn’t go to meet Jesus. In fact, I sat as far back in the room as one could sit, and leaned my chair against the back wall.That night, a professional football player from the New York Jets traveled to Central Iowa to talk to a bunch of white kids about his personal faith in Jesus Christ. Winston Hill was a an offensive lineman in the Joe Namath era and was the largest black man I had ever seen (maybe the first black man) ; even from the back of the room his Afro was as big as a basketball and his smile radiated the room.
I don’t remember what he said; I didn’t raise my hand or go forward or recite the sinner’s prayer, but that night by the grace of God, a broken and contrite hearted young man received soul surgery and as John Wesley said on the night he was born again, “My heart was strangely warmed.” I take no credit for my conversion,God did it all. He prepared my heart to hear a message of unconditional love provided by Jesus Christ through His work on the cross. I merely opened my heart and let His love and forgiveness flood in.
He began a work in my life that has gone on for 40 years and I am asking Him for forty more years to serve Him. I am praying that it will be His encore presentation in my life and that the best has been saved for last.





