An 80th Birthday Not Realized Today
If my friend, J.B. Hunt, would have lived until this day, we would have celebrated his 80th birthday today. I remember his 70th birthday party and how special it was. This one would have been really special. Of course, Mr. Hunt thought he would have never died. He believed God would give him many more years. He was so convincing, we all thought he wouldn’t die for many years.
His death just before Christmas caught us all by surprise. Just days before, we discussed so much together, laughing and carrying on for a while during a lunch gathering. The next thing we knew, all of our lives were changed by his loss.
Great men like Mr. J.B. Hunt are so rare, and we miss him dearly. On this day when we would have celebrated his 80th, I just couldn’t let it pass without some words of reflection. His death represents so many in his generation who are leaving us and entering into the Savior’s peace in heaven. When we think of Mr. Hunt’s sweetheart, Johnelle, we think of so many ladies just like her who have lived their lives for their men, and today, they are alone. They did not ask for this assignment, but it has been assigned to them.
It reminds us all to pray, to pray for these sweethearts left behind. May God give them grace and peace on days like today. Days where memories dominate their minds and hurt breaks their hearts.
It also reminds us not only of the great things men like J. B. did and have left us in this life, but it also reminds us of the great need to pray for more men to be raised up to be like them. May God grant me the privilege to walk with more men of the stature of J.B. Hunt and others like him.
May God raise up more great leaders among us.


She walked by me in the Student Union Building while I was in college, and I turned and said to myself, “I must get to know that girl!” I want you to know that I did get to know her, and quite well I might add. That was in the spring of 1975. Jeana departed for the summer as a missionary for the Texas Baptist Student Union Ministry. I departed for the summer on the road preaching the Word of God. Upon returning that fall, Jeana and I began to date some, resulting in me confessing my love for her over the Christmas holidays. The next summer, Jeana prepared for our wedding as I went to be a summer evangelist in Portland, Oregon. In early August of 1976, we got engaged and in September, I became a pastor. We were married on December 31, 1976.
Last night I spent a couple of hours with about 20 or so leaders of our collegiate ministry at our Springdale Campus, led by Jason Autry. We were in the home of my dear friends, Robert and DeeGee Farrell. They graciously fed the entire group of leaders, as they are part of the lay team that holds up the arms of some of the college students at both the University of Arkansas and John Brown University. The purpose of the night was to let these collegiate student leaders get to know their pastor, as well as dialogue in a question and answer period with them.



