Pastor George – a dear, humble, man of God – came to Okinawa as a retired minister of a huge church in California. We became friends, and through his ministry, the church grew. While truck-loads of Marines wearing combat boots, camouflaged pants and white T-shirts filled the front rows of the church, Pastor George shared his love of Jesus and the Gospel. Everyone left knowing he’d been in His presence.


As a young missionary, I wondered how this man could radiate our Savior so well.
He shared how over many years of ministry he tried to find God in even more personal ways. He pleaded for spiritual gifts, dropped to the floor prostrate in prayer, sat in silence, memorized scripture… but it wasn’t until he focused on Jesus in the Gospels, meditating on the stories of God’s Son, that he felt the satisfaction of the Bread of Life and brightness of the Light of the World. As the song by Bill Gaither says, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! There’s something about that Name!” It’s the name that fills us
to overflowing.