Medal of Honor

When I first met Jack G. he had walked into the office wearing paint splattered work clothes. You would never had known that he was a retired naval chaplain, had a doctorate, and was an Ordained Minister. At that time, he had announced that he was here to help, if I needed him. I did.

Over the next few years, on behalf of the district, Jack would drive thousands of miles and fight some very difficult battles in order to assist several congregations. He poured his life and finances into helping those churches.

This week, Jack and I had lunch, then he and his wife left for the lower Forty-eight. I will miss him.

If there were such a thing as a Superintendent's Medal of Honor, he should have gotten one.