Uncle Otto, as we called him growing up, always visited our home when we lived in Glendale, MO and he would come back to report and raise funds. I have vivid and dear memories--and some small sea shells on a cardboard backing that he gave to me as a reminder of the mission in New Guinea.

He was an inspiration to me to desire to become a pastor in the LCMS. I initially applied to St. Louis sem in 1973 when the walkout occurred. I was besieged with materials from both sides and decided to postpone my sem experience. At age 50, God remembered and sent me to sem. Today I serve an LCMS congregation in Lancaster, CA.

What a God we serve!