Paul C. Geisler
This book opens from the viewpoint of a four year old child who sees his father leave to fight in World War II and how it affects him.
After the war our family moves into a new subdivision made up of all manner of WW II vets. Our house neighbored a five acre dairy farm. When the farm owner dies, the widow makes a bad decision that causes an invasion of rats. After a battle with the rats, the widow begins boarding horses which we were allowed to ride in exchange for caring for them.
Our family fell into hard times in the mid-50's, the house was sold, and a move took place to a rural town (Arnold, Mo). The move occurred at a time which placed the author in a unique historical event, the graduation of Fox High School's very first senior class.
After Graduation the author served three years in the U.S. Army, twenty six months of it in Germany. He was in Germany when the Berlin Wall was built
It was also while the author was in Germany that the he received Jesus Christ as Savior.
This book goes on to show what a Radical and beautiful change that Jesus makes in the Author's life to give it meaning and purpose.
The author is a 67 year old retired Missouri State Employee. After returning from military service, he married and went to college at Southwest Baptist College where he received a B. A. Degree in Christianity, Sociology, and a minor in History He worked as a caseworker for three years and thirty years as a 1st line supervisor for the Missouri Division of Family Services in St Louis City.
He has also been a licensed Southern Baptist minister since 1966
The Final Insult and God's Response
One evening I was in my room in the barracks. Three or four other mrn from the 31st were also in the room when a man we all knew as Smitty walked in. He had a bottle of German beer in his hand. Smitty was an alcoholic and a mean individual. He was alleged to have come into the barracks drunk one night and ripped a bathroom sink off of the wall after which he threw it out of the fourth floor window.
He came up to me with his bottle and growled, "you gonna drink this or am I gonna jam it down your throat?' He was big enough and strong enough to make good his threat. I have never been a fast thinker, but suddenly thoughts came rushing into my mind from the Holy Spirit and I spoke as I received them. I said, "Smitty, you are a short timer, aren't you?' "So what", he snarled. I responded, "That means that in less than thirty days you will be going home to the States and that means bye-bye German beer. You will never see it again! If I were you, I would keep it all for myself. I wouldn't give a drop of it to anyone else." Smitty stared at me for a moment with a stunned look on his face. He then said, "You know what, youre right." He turned away and walked slowly out of the room. He never bothered me about the matter again. As for me, I stood there with my mouth hanging wide open. I could hardly believe what I had just said and the miraculous results.
