i’ve not asked my son’s permission for what follows.
I wonder whether Neil ever gives thought to the debt he owes to three very special Christian ladies whom God used to do good things in his life.
Neil is my firstborn son. Joe Neil McKeever, Jr. Born to a 20-year-old mama (Margaret Ann Henderson McKeever) and me. I was 23. This newborn son was nine pounds nine ounces. Big from the first. He got his size from Margaret’s dad. J. W. Henderson, a career Greyhound bus driver, was six foot three. Neil ended up close to six five.
I’m going to skip over his upbringing and growing up years. He was the pastor’s son, raised in a Southern Baptist church. He sang in the youth ensemble, sang in the college ensemble, and took an active role in church life. At the same time, he also was being drawn into the world. He struggled some in his later high school and college years. (Yes, didn’t we all?)
When he finished college, Neil tried different things. He lived away from home, worked in various enterprises, was searching. And was not going to church.
A year or so after he finished college, we moved to a church in Charlotte, North Carolina. Our sons Neil and Marty and daughter Carla came too. The boys rarely if ever attended church, busy with jobs and who knows what. Carla, a high schooler, attended but made few friends.
That pastorate did not go well and four years later, Margaret and I relocated to New Orleans to lead a church by the airport. Large church with a huge debt and a troubled past. I took a cut of over thirty thousand dollars in salary.
The church had a Christian school that went through the eighth grade. Our principal was Pam Mancuso. She’s the first of the three special ladies.
Pam was a prayer warrior. Sometimes in the mornings she would tell me what God had told her in her prayer time. At first, my thought was, “Oh boy. I’ve got one of those!” Then I began to see that everything she said was on target.
One morning during my first year there, Pam said, “Brother Joe, the Lord told me this morning he wants Neil to teach in our school.”