I received a wonderful blessing recounting a story from long, long ago.
Do not know if I ever reached out to you but will do so today because what I have to say is important.
In the early 70s, I was working for the Plains Presbyterian Church in Zachary, LA, as a summer youth “counselor.” I invited you and your lovely wife to come to Zachary and speak to our Youth Group.
I was an aspiring pre-med, and you had been accepted into medical school. So of course, that made you my hero, and I hung on your every word. Your testimony that night, as a Christian physician-to-be, left a huge stamp on my heart. Your words helped reframe medicine for me: it went from being a position of glamour and importance, to a platform for service.
I have been a practicing neurosurgeon now for 31 years, and I still love what I do. My privilege and high honor as a neurosurgeon is being with families in times of great sadness, and also in times of great joy. In both, I am able (hopefully) to redirect the attention to where it belongs: away from man and to the Throne of Grace. Neurosurgery may be my job, but this is my ministry.
My point in writing is simply this: to tell you that your word and example so many years ago have had a lifelong effect on my plans and my career. You helped me look on medicine not as an avenue to privilege, but as an opportunity for service. And for this I am so grateful.
Lon F. Alexander, MD Meridian, Mississippi
There are no words!