I never really felt like I had a place to call home. My dad was an officer in the Air Force, so we moved around a lot. I was born in Hawaii and lived in Washington, D.C., Norway, Germany, and Alabama—all by the fifth grade. That was when my dad retired and we moved to Charlotte. 

I loved adventure and loved moving but this was different. I had always lived within the safety and security of a military base. The idea of living outside the fences was scary. In Charlotte, I always felt like the new kid, the outsider. My junior high years were the first years of forced busing in Charlotte, which produced riots and fighting. 

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Like the Prodigal Son in the Bible, I knew there was something better in life for me, and that’s what brought me back to God. I finally came to a point of realizing that this is not my life. It belongs to God. I rededicated my life at church and God cleaned me up just like 1 John 1:9 says.  Six months later I announced my call to preach. That was on February 15, 2005. I now pastor the Phoenix Baptist Church in Lansing. I’m still human. I still make mistakes. But God can still use me.

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Pain shot through my chest and shoulder. I thought I was having a heart attack, so I drove myself to the hospital. The doctors there fussed at me for that. But after thorough testing, they couldn’t find any heart problems that would cause chest or shoulder pain. However, they did find an aortic aneurysm in my stomach—a dangerous, life-threatening condition, if allowed to grow untreated. I may never know what caused the pain in my chest and shoulder that day, but I am thankful to God that I had it. If I didn’t, the aortic embolism might never have been found. Ironically, it was a similar situation that allowed the doctors to find my wife’s cancer.

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Growing up my mom took me to church every Sunday and Wednesday but my dad very rarely came with us.  My mom explained that my dad “didn’t believe in Jesus the same way we did.”  Since that was the only thing I knew, it seemed normal to me at the time.  

My dad owned an X-rated drive-in movie theater.  I guess that was strange enough, but then they sent me to a Christian school.  Because of Dad’s reputation, the other families kept our family at arm’s length.  On the surface things were fine, but parents didn’t want their kids coming to our house, and dads didn’t want their daughters dating me.  I always felt like a second-class citizen.  

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I thought I was gone – dead.  I was headed home on the evening of January 5, 2008, when my boyfriend, who was driving my car, lost control and began to fishtail.  We crashed and I was thrown 30 feet from the vehicle.  I felt my neck break.  That’s when I thought I was dead.  I remember not being able to feel my body.   I remained conscious for a few moments before blacking out.    

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Special Forces used to be known as the “quiet professionals.”  Back when I got started, it was hard to recruit for SF because no one knew about it.  Our main job was to train armies in other countries.  A lot of people think of Rambo when they think of Special Forces, but that hardly describes me.

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As I look back over the events of my life, I am amazed at how God has used both the good and the bad experiences to prepare me for my work in the ministry. In many ways, my childhood is very similar to most kids. But there are some unusual circumstances that I encountered as well. Some of my earliest childhood memories are of spending my summers with my grandparents and taking care of my bedridden grandfather so my grandmother could go to work. I had days that were filled with typical make-believe battles and wars, but I also had some very real battles in life as well.

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When a friend asked me to describe the experience of raising a child with disabilities, I thought of an article I read recently. It compared the anticipation of the birth of a child to planning a trip to an exotic destination, like Italy, only to find when the plane lands that you are in Holland. It’s not that Holland is a bad place—it has its own charms—it’s just a different place. The language is different. The sights are different. You meet different people who speak a different language. That’s my life raising Leah.

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I first got involved with Hope Pregnancy Resource Center when it was still Boone Crisis Pregnancy Center.  I was a student at App State and was touched by what I read in their newsletter.  I knew Ann Cook, the director of the center at that time, so I offered my services as a volunteer.  Originally, I helped with office and clerical work, but it wasn’t long before I was trained to do peer counseling with clients.  That developed into an offer of a part-time job in abstinence education encouraging teens to make good choices.  As my involvement with the center increased I became more and more interested in counseling clients.  I love being a caring ear, taking the time to listen, and helping women make informed choices about their pregnancy or their lifestyle.  

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“Buzz, there is a question you need to answer.  Where do the kids and I fit into your life?”

I was in my second year as head coach at Appalachian State University when my wife, Jan, laid that question on me.  It was a question that changed my life.  Nine years earlier as an assistant coach at App, I set a goal for myself of becoming an NCAA head basketball coach by the age of 32.  I had made it.  Now my goal was to coach a major college team that could contend for an NCAA championship.  The only way I knew to get there was to outwork the competition.  I was in my office or on the court from 7:00 in the morning till 11:00 every night.  My wife and kids were seeing very little of me.

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I came into this world with a double portion of “adventure genes”. When other little girls were playing with Barbie dolls I would put on a fishing vest, grab my dad’s bullwhip, and for hours I was “Indiana Jones”…

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I was only 6 years old, living in a rough part of Detroit when my mama stopped to get gas for our car.  As she went to pay her bill, a man got into our car with a gun and asked me where my mama’s purse was…

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Everyone needs a father. Unfortunately, men don’t become fathers just because they impregnate. Fatherhood is a heart issue consisting of love, commitment and sacrifice. Fortunate are those whose birth parent also becomes their father. I was raised in an unchurched, dysfunctional home. My father was in the armed services and left for Okinawa when I was only 5 years old. He said he would come back for us, but when he did return it wasn’t to his family. I felt rejected and abandoned.

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God changed my image of Himself as we walked through death.  As I encountered a relationship with Him, I realized that I needed to see what God said about Himself rather than take my old “religious" view of Him.  What a difference I saw as I searched the Bible to see what He is really like. The Bible says that if “we have seen what Jesus is like, we have seen Father God.” Religion says that God is mean-spirited, hard to please and hard to understand, and we must be perfect in ourselves to cause Him to love us. But God says that He is good, and easy to know and understand.  He says that everything about Him is love and mercy. He says that He deals with us in kindness. He says that He takes the darkness and turns it into light! He says that His plans for us are not to harm us, but to give us hope and a future. Even when I fail Him, fail myself or others, I have a Father that loves me and forgives every transgression as I look to Him. He took our failures and hurt so that we could be free.  

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It sounds so simple and it is exactly how I want to live. I’m forty-eight years old and taking stock of my life. As a Lutheran pastor, I want to lead my congregation to a simplicity of faith. I want to inspire them to love God and their neighbors. I want to lead them away from the business and circumstances that distract and keep us from doing the things we’re commanded to do in the scriptures. But how do we eliminate the necessary, functional, time-consuming problems of ordinary daily life?

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“And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.” Matthew 25:40 (ESV)

In March 2017 we met a little brown-eyed boy with a huge smile and an infectious laugh. Our church youth were helping with an event, and I felt a tug on my heart that I had never experienced before. I played with this child whom I knew nothing about, other than he was visiting with a local family. When we left the event I looked at my husband and said, “I know this sounds crazy, but he is supposed to be with us. I feel like we are leaving him.”  

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Far away from home and from my parents, I found the freedom to search for God. Though I attended many different churches, it wasn't until the end of my junior year at a Campus Crusade for Christ (Cru) meeting that I finally heard that Jesus Christ was calling me, and I responded. Unlike Buddhist teaching where one is bound to karmic debt, I learned that God provided a Savior to save me from my debt of sin, declared me righteous, and personally loves me."

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We moved to High Point in 1973. But after my father died unexpectedly in September 1977,  we started feeling the Lord was calling us back to Buffalo, to be closer to my mom and Lamon’s parents. In 1978, we moved back to Ashe County with our five-year-old son, unsure what we were going to do.  We started building a home and both had jobs, but I was not happy. I missed my friends and church in High Point.  

Then one day, I was driving down Buffalo Road. As we were passing Buffalo Baptist Church, Kelly Joe looked over at me and said, “Mommy, we don’t have to go to church anymore, do we?”

 God just hit me hard.  It took the words of a five-year-old to make me see I’d been running from everything that was important — the most important thing, God.  Kelly Joe had been in church since he was born,  and now when he really needed the understanding of God and church, I was throwing it away.  I was throwing Hope out the window.  

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When Coach Clark was interviewed on national TV after our victory at Texas A&M, he gave glory to God and talked about the foundation that was laid dating all the way back to when he played for the Mountaineers from 1994-1997. This foundation began being laid in Spring 1989 when App State’s athletic director, Jim Gardner, hired Coach Moore to lead the Mountaineers. Here’s how Coach Moore describes that time in his own words:

“At the time Jim called me to offer me the job at Appalachian State University, I didn’t even know where Boone was. Plus, after I got the job, they put me in a little room with some media people to teach me the correct way to pronounce Appalachian.

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