SURVIVING AND SHARING
On June 12, 1991, Mt. Pinatubo, 20 miles north of the Subic Bay Naval Station,
erupted at nine o'clock in the morning. I jumped into the cockpit of an A-4, and led four
airplanes off to Okinawa; I took this picture 30 minutes later as the dust cloud reached an
attitude of 40,000 feet. Three days later Mt. Pinatubo blew its top 90,000 feet into the sky,
blocked out the sun for 36 hours, killed 600 people and left 100,000 homeless. We used this
opportunity to share the gospel with hundreds of people in the refugee camps.
CIVILIAN CAREER IN THE USA
After five years in the Philippines, we came home to the States, and I got out of the
Navy. I taught in a Christian school for two years and then "landed" a job as a co-pilot on a
corporate jet owned by John Elway; it was an interesting job. When John wasn't playing football,
he was playing golf, and we travelled to every corner of the country.
But I was restless. We were on the road almost as much as we were home, and the
golf tournaments always took us away on weekends. By this time I had a one year old son,
Jonathan, and I wasn't interested in being away from home all the time. I was certain that this
could not be God's will for the rest of my life, and I began to seek the Lord's leading.