Steve Humann Memorial

I recently sent out the following to those who knew and loved Steve Humann: When Steve Humann passed away, an inestimable number of people whose lives had been touched by him, began to mourn. We who counted him a friend continue to grieve today. This world has lost a man who was an inspiration even to people he never met. But it is a comfort to know that Steve is in heaven today, no longer facing the limitations that he overcame every day for the last three decades. When I wrote Steve’s story for publication, I also wrote about the role that Joyce’s faith played in the man Steve became. Joyce was advised to put him in a nursing home. She wouldn’t, and for the next 30 years, she remained devoted to the man she loved. Joyce has been an inspiration too. Now Joyce’s life has changed. We need to remember to continue holding her up in prayer as she adjusts to life without Steve. I just learned that something else has changed for Joyce. Now that Steve is gone, she will no longer receive payments from Steve’s settlement. I know. It doesn’t seem fair. It also doesn’t seem fair that, because of that, and because Joyce has devoted the last 30 years to caring for Steve, she now finds herself in a very uncertain financial situation. None of us want to see her lose her home, but that is a real possibility. A memorial fund has been set up in Steve’s name to help Joyce through this uncertain future. Joyce would never ask this for herself. But she deserves it. Can I ask you to consider joining Peggy and me in honoring Steve by giving to this. In that way we honor him and come alongside Joyce in her time of need. Let’s bless this devoted woman of God. Stephen K. Humann Memorial Fund Rogue Federal Credit Union 415 Lithia Way Ashland, OR 97520

Memorial Day: Family Members Who Served

Remembering my uncles who served (all deceased). From top: John Hubert Horn, Edwin Horn, Seth Corey, Walt Corey, Gene Corey (left).

The Louie Zamperini Story

A glimpse of the remarkable story of one of the historic Olympians featured in our upcoming Summer Olympics edition of the Pentecostal Evangel. (Current Olympians are also featured.)

Rendition of Classic Musical Number in Honor of My Wife

Happy Birthday, Peggy! from khorn on GodTube.

By PE staff.

Happy Birthday to My Wonderful Wife

Took this of Peggy this morning as she prepared to leave for her first Convoy of Hope to represent the National Breast Cancer Foundation (in Dallas). (I believe she'll take the birthday glasses off for the event.)

106-Year Anniversary of Great San Francisco Earthquake & Fire

For my grandmother's story (she went through this as a child), see my blog post from one year ago.

The Titanic in Branson

Cruise Ship Passengers and Crew Mark 100 Years Since Titanic Sank

Aboard the MS Balmoral, AP reports, "cruise ship passengers and crew said prayers Sunday at the spot in the North Atlantic where the Titanic sank 100 years ago with the loss of more than 1,500 lives, while the city that built the vessel looked back with a mixture of sorrow and pride. Exactly a century after the ship went down, passengers lined the decks of MS Balmoral, which has been retracing the route of the doomed voyage. After a moment of silence, three floral wreaths were cast onto the waves as the ship's whistle sounded in the dark."

Titanic Farewell: The Band Played on

Today, April 15, is the centennial, the 100-year anniversary, of the sinking of the Titanic. A century has passed since one of history's great tragedies.

The last image that many survivors of the Titanic recounted was the band playing steadfastly to soothe the passengers while the waters rose and the ship went down, while people struggled for survival. That last song was a hymn, "Nearer My God to Thee."



That band was led by Wallace Hartley. Hartley had previously played aboard the Lusitania, another doomed ship. He thought he had played his last concert aboard a cruise ship, since he was engaged to be married—until he was recruited at the last minute to play aboard the maiden voyage of the "unsinkable" pleasure ship Titanic.

It was after the Titanic hit the deadly iceberg that Hartley brought together his orchestra of five with another trio of musicians who were also performers aboard ship to form that impromptu heroic band of eight. They would go down in history—though they had never played together before. Not all agreed what the final song was, but many survivors recalled that the combined orchestra played "Nearer My God to Thee" as the ship slipped beneath the waves.

The members of this combined musical group acted selflessly, a genuine picture of grace under pressure, lives ready to be lost doing all they could to calm the souls of those who were about to lose theirs—and others who would be saved.



It was after midnight when the musicians began to play as if nothing were wrong. The heroic band played as the decks continued to slant higher and higher. Though their repertoire included "Alexander's Ragtime Band," as the stern rose steeply they began the strains of "Nearer My God to Thee." How many souls found that nearness to God at the last moment because the band played on, only eternity will tell.

Hartley's body was retrieved two weeks after the sinking and his funeral was held at Bethel independent Methodist Church in Colne, England. 30,000 people came. At his funeral, the orchestra played the music of the hymn that he had played until he could play no more—"Nearer My God to Thee." The song was played a second time at his graveside service. The words of the hymn are engraved on his tombstone.

100 years ago today, the band played on ... a song that would echo into eternity.

Here are the words of that great hymn:

Nearer, My God, to Thee

[Public domain]
Words: Sarah F. Adams (1805-1848)
Music: Lowell Mason (1792-1872)

Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me,
still all my song shall be,
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
darkness be over me, my rest a stone;
yet in my dreams I'd be
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

There let the way appear, steps unto heaven;
all that thou sendest me, in mercy given;
angels to beckon me
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

Then, with my waking thoughts bright with thy praise,
out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise;
so by my woes to be
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

Or if, on joyful wing cleaving the sky,
sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I fly,
still all my song shall be,
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!


A contemporary drawing, by Walter R. Allman, published in the Toledo News-Bee in 1912

Columbine, Winky Double Red & White

I photographed this tiny 1-inch Easter beauty on Resurrection Sunday, 2 days ago. Aquilegia genus.