Afternoon Drives with Dad: Destination-The City Dump!

I remember when I was young, Dad would often say, "Let's go for an afternoon drive!"  Of course we were all up for a drive.  But we soon learned that Dad's drives usually ended up at the city dump.  This was back in the day when the dump was free to get in.

Dad loved to dig through the stuff at the dump.  He might find a treasure there he could use.  He came home with many treasures from the dump.  I don't remember off hand what any of them were.  I just remember his funny mischievous grin when he would find some thing he wanted to bring home.

Trips to the dump were always an adventure.

Dad's Hat

Sarah has given new life to Dad's winter hat. She added a cute flower to it.

From Gloria Leque

 I will always remember Pastor Baker's kindness to me when I was struggling through a very painful time in my life.  He knew that I and my two daughters needed to get away for a little while, so he made all the arrangements to send us to Camp Gilead for the week.  Sharon and I as kitchen helpers and Julie as a camper -- of course I can't give Sharon the title "kitchen helper" as she was joining in the fun with the rest of the campers.  It was kind of like the Bible story of Mary and Martha - Martha was busy in the kitchen and Mary? - Mary entertained.

   That week of camp was just what we needed -- God blessed us with lots of prayer time, devotions each morning and then just being in fellowship with other believers.

   I thank God for Cordell -- there's so much that could be said - his sound Bible teaching/preaching, his faithfulness, his time and energies building GBC, along with all the other.

   He was a great man of God and I wonder when he entered heaven that Jesus was there to greet him -- wrapped His arms around him and said "well done".