Moody Bible Institute - Arch Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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james A. Gwinn Donald P. Leach Marvin Beckman lerry B. jenkins Fred Rudy M1 Trustees Richard E. Clildner, Paul H. johnson, Edward L. lohnson, Bervin C. Peterson, Gerrit Wit, fohn MacArthur, lr., Kohn Eisen, Roy H, Nyholm, Robert CS. Dunlop, Wallace L. Pepin, William P. Mitchell, Sr., Paul W. Wills, E. Richard Talimacfge. Seated, james N. Mathias, Edgar A. Harrell, George Sweeting

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Vice Presidents aseioilli Childhood Memories s an eight-year-old boy, I was confined to bed for a year with rheumatic fever. My dad made a special large table for me to go over my bed, allowing me to play with my cars and to color. That act of love was very special, and I will never forget it. My dad set a great example for me, and I continue to thank the Lord for him. james A. Gwinn Vice President for Public Ministries pleasant memory to me is that of an unexpected op- portunity to go to camp at Word of Life at Schroon Lake, New York. It was a great week of participating in sporting events, meeting other kids from different areas, studying the Bible and ex- periencing a deeper relationship Memo with the Lord. This was all made possible by a Christian business- man who demonstrated love and concern by providing the needed funds. This act of generosity has continually been a source of in- spiration and gratitude for me. Donald P. Leach Vice President and Treasurer aving been raised in a small resort town in Wisconsin, you can imagine that l have many pleasant childhood memories, however, among those the most vivid are the experiences and va- cations that we had as a family. In addition to my parents, I had three sisters and one brother. We always looked forward to the summer, particularly to our annual summer vacation. These were planned in detail as a fam- ily. The vacation, no matter where it was or what we did, was always the highlight of the year. Holidays also were a time when we got together with rela- tives. We played games, sang, and had special times around the table during meals. My wife, Pat, and I try to build into our family experiences and memories that will endure just like those we have of our childhood and family experience. Fred Rudy Vice President for Administrative Services was a six-year-old cowboy that March 15 evening in 1956. Happily riding the range in the liv- ing room on the back of my trusty steed factually our couchj, my perch brought me eye-level to a painting on the wall. It depicted jesus knocking on a door with no handle. My two older brothers and my father were out that night, so I asked Mom about it. She explained that the door was the door of my heart and that the only handle was on the inside. If jesus was going to come in, I would be the one to open the door. I don't remember having thought symbolically before that, but somehow I understood. She helped me memorize Revelation 3:20 and prayed with me. There was little drama, no turning from a life of deep sin, but a transaction took place. I would learn and grow and even rededicate my life later, but I was saved that night. I remember it 31 years later as if it were yesterday. 'Behold, I stand at the door and knock, if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him, and will dine with him, and he with Me fRev. 3:20, NASj. jerry B. jenkins Vice President for Publishing

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Faculty Allrich, Douglas - Aviation! Special Instructor Babcock, Donald - Aviation Badgero, Raymond - Missions Baker, William - Bible and Theology Barron, Robert- Christian Education Baurain, Thomas - Evening School Director Beam, Ruth - Communications Bedford, Cecil- Aviation Benware, Paul-Bible and Theology Berry, Reid - Aviation Brackley, David - Sacred Music Brood, Nadine - Physical Education Faculty Eyes When mama left home she generally put Grandma in charge of us. And when Grandma was busy, she left crazy Uncle Norman in charge, or Cousin Betty or Auntie Gladys. What freedom we could finally ex- perience at MBI, leaving the watchful eyes of the family behind . . . the thrill of independence!! Who were we kidding? To leave be- hind twenty pairs of watchful family eyes only to exchange them for four hundred faculty eyes .... You know the ones I mean. The ones that burn in your back dur- ing quizzes, that follow you from class to class, the eyes that cut like hot knives through cold butter when you don't get that paper turned in on time, the eyes that check your mischief in chapel, your progress in the gym and your nervousness before the camera in homiletics. If there is any comfort to be gleaned, it is in the sure and certain knowledge that behind these probing eyes is a collective faculty heart as wise as mother's, as loving as Grandmoth- er's and as kind and crazy as Uncle Norman's. For what we left behind were eyes and hearts big enough to include us, loving enough to tolerate us and courageous enough to care for and understand us. And we found, in kind, the wide and ready eyes and hearts we can neither forget nor re- pay. The eyes and hearts of the faculty of MBI. Thank you MBI faculty. You will al- ways be a part of us because we have been a part of you, in your hearty, lov- ing care. The compassionate eyes! Henry Asega