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My face turned beet-red. I couldn’t breathe, my body crushed by 900lbs of dead weight. I tried to hold my head up. I didn’t know, when I bent my neck, I was shoving a bone directly into the part of the brain controlling breathing, your heart beat, etc. But God rescued me…

We thought it was great fun at our college in the 80s, for guys to suddenly burst into a room, tackle another guy, & pile on top of him, yelling “Buck-Buck!!!” We did our best to imitate pro-wrestler dives, leaping from chairs, stacking bodies ten or more high. Although only 120lbs, I still wasn’t deterred from piling on in the fun. In fact, I usually started it. But one day, a bunch of my best friends (Tim Henley, Ben Denny, Lance Perry, George Husk, Steve Rothgeb, I think…maybe more) screamed “Buck-Buck” & I suddenly found myself pinned under all that weight.

Three years later, I found out a malformed bone in my neck was compressing my brainstem my entire life. By age 25, the left side of my brainstem was “kinked” from it. Any sudden neck movement could have made it pierce my brainstem. I also discovered the “double-joints” I had as a kid were really an insidious form of hyperflexibility affecting everything from my heart to all my joints & ligaments, including those in my neck & in my rib cage.Proof that Jeff has a brain...of some kind

With all that weight squashing me, the brain problem & my ligaments being so loose, I should have died, right then & there, at the bottom of the buck-buck pile. The ligaments in my ribs should have given way & punctured my lungs & my rib cage collapsed. The bone should have stabbed into my brain, killing me instantly. I should have died, really.

But the Lord met me. Tim Henley (later my Best Man) happened to be directly on top of me. As I was about to pass out, he heard me gasping the words “Can’t breathe!” He pushed all that weight off me & hollered for all the guys to get off. They moved fast. After a few deep breathes, I was okay, heart still ticking. But in light of what I know now, I should have died. I am so glad I didn’t die! Besides the fact that it would not have been in my best interest, these were all great friends & my death by buck-buck would have scarred them for life. That day, the Lord met all of us, there at the bottom of the buck-buck, & we didn’t even know it.

Genesis 28:16-17 Jacob woke up from his sleep. He said, “GOD is in this place—truly. And I didn’t even know it!” He was terrified. He whispered in awe, “Incredible. Wonderful. Holy. This is God’s House. This is the Gate of Heaven.”

A good friend of mine from college, Doug Renalds, surely still a wizened & distinguished feller, once held a great party on or near the greatest of all holidays, Groundhog Day. He had some crazy name for it like the one I used above…all I remember was he used the word “gala” in it.

Flash forward 26 years to 2009. I’m not sure if Doug still celebrates a gala party around Groundhog Day, but Carol & I had the honor of being part of a celebration our church had, just days before G.H. Day in late January.

Our church celebrated the ten year anniversary of our Pastor, Judy West. She is a great lady who does great things in Christ for His people. She has surely blessed Carol & I; in fact, we might not be married if she had not been in our lives.
Everyone in the church dressed up & secretly met at a restaurant 30 miles away where the Pastor Judy believed she was going for a women’s conference. We all surprised her with feasting, song & Jeff and Caroltestimonies of how she has blessed each of us & I was pleased as punch to be able to shout out how much she meant to me & Carol. Then we presented her with a photo book reflecting on her years being a part of this local body of Christ. The book was very well designed & laid out by our Senior Pastor, James Laero.
You can see the book free here at Pastor Judy’s site, powzoom.com

It is in an adobe .pdf format & you may either download it or save it.

P.S. Some sneaky photographer, Amy Myers (our buddy), snapped this shot of Carol & I together & dressed in our Sunday finest even though it was Saturday night…

P.S.S. In an ironic twist of fate that illustrates the power of the Groundhog, Carol and I live just about an hour away from the Punxsutawney, PA home of that most illustrious of groundhogs, Punxsutawney Phil!!

after much neglect, I am remodeling Garrett Corners. You’ll note the photo at the top of the page matches the description of Garrett Corners at the bottom of this page

and wonderfully made