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Issue 377 – Time Changes Pert Near Everything

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Issue 377          Sept. 29, 2018           An Occasional Blog  

Time Changes Pert Near Everything

The great western crooner, Tommy Duncan, sang a song during the 1940s titled “Time Changes Everything.” It is a ballad about lost love, that he thought she would always love him. But over time, that changed. Then he thought he would never get over, but . . . shazam . . . time changed that. Finally, he wishes her well as he rides off in the sunset with his new love. Change, change, change.

Well, there’s a lot of truth in that ol’ Bob Wills western swing ballad.  But to state it a little more accurately and in the words of my unhousebroken cousin Bubba, “Time changes pert near everything.”

For example, you graduate from high school and your class fractures into minute pieces. Some kids go off to college or off to the military or off elsewhere for a job  . . . and a few just, well, go off. One day you realize not even Humpty Dumpty can’t put those pieces back together. 

Or you reach that mid-life crisis point where you must face up to the fact that you’re never going to be President of the United States. Heck, you’re not even going to be a leader in your Lions Club or your church. Last week you got a letter confirming your rich uncle left you his favorite poodle, but nothing else. And chances are high you aren’t going to see your own children reach any high level of success. And you’ve just about concluded you just ain’t very good lookin’ no mo. 

Shoot-fire, y’all, it gets worse. You become a senior citizen somewhere about 60 or 65. That’s when you notice the wheels starting to fall off your wagon, and you never were very mechanically inclined. You sorta think you’re a cut above most old folks, . . . until you count the number of prescription pills you take each day. And you tally up the aches and pains and dysfunctional parts of your anatomy and realize that if a part of you doesn’t hurt, it is probably not working.

Yep, time changes . . . pert near every aspect of our lives.

That’s what I’m talking about, friends, the changes that will not be ignored. They trip us on our way to the bathroom and slap us up side of the head to get our attention.

Okay, fellow travelers, I freely confess I kinda feel like I have the Elephant-of-Change sitting on my chest. Maybe if I scratch its back that Dumbo will go squat somewhere else, but he is probably like my nutty brother-in-law, Alex. He will be back much more often than I’d like.


Well, here is the first of several changes I am making: I will no longer give public performances of my storytelling (i.e., cowboy poetry, stories, songs and guitar playing). That tough decision comes after having had a heap of fun doing those things since about 1991 — about 27 years worth. In that regard, here is a poem I performed on Saturday, Sept. 8, 2018 during my very last session at the National Cowboy Symposium & Celebration in Lubbock, Texas. I call this poem, my 488th, “On Hitting a Wall at 77.”

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Poem 488 - On Hitting a Wall at 77 - by Stan Paregien - July 20, 2018 Page 2 of 2

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2018--09--07 05 Lubbock, TX - - National Cowboy Symp - LeRoy & Sandra Jones - by Stan Paregien

2018--09--07 09 Lubbock, TX - - NCS - Stan & Peggy Paregien with Sandra & LeRoy Jones

2018--09--07 13 Lubbock, TX - - NCS - Janice Deardorff performing - by Stan Paregien

2018--09--08 02--C Lubbock, TX - - NCS - Stan Paregien - by Peggy Paregien

2018--09--08 02--E Lubbock, TX - - NCS - Robert Beene - by Peggy Paregien

2018--09--08 03 Lubbock, TX - - NCS - Joel Nelson - by Stan Paregien

2018--09--08 05 Lubbock, TX - - NCS - Chris Isaacs - by Stan Paregien

2018--09--08 06 Lubbock, TX - - NCS - Pipp Gillette - by Stan Paregien

2018--09--09 03 Lubbock, TX - - Stan Paregien & Perry Williams - by Peggy Paregien

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My second change is this: I’m am saying adios and farewell to all my social media.

Yes, Virginia, ’tis true. I shut down — i.e., deleted — my Facebook account just last week. Oh, yeah, I’ll miss seeing some photos of our kids and grandkids and great-grandkids that somehow never get seen to us in any other way. And I’ll miss that good clean joke which crossed my screen every once in a while, but life goes on. And so do I.

Oh, I guess I should mention those somewhere over 300 folks who friended me on Facebook. Some of those folks are really good friends, with a few of them dating back from six or more decades ago. Those I’ll miss a bunch, but . . . I still have a telephone (yes, a smarter-than-me phone and a land-line) and the U.S. Post Office still delivers to my mailbox (though 90 % of which I get is non-personal) . . . so I can be reached. Now I admit to being blissfully unaware of just how 40 or so of my “Friends” on Facebook had any real connection with me. Too much drama. Too much trivia. Just . . . way too much.


Part of the big changes I’m seeing in my life have to do with the passing of close friends and relatives . . . and the demise of so many people who, though not close friends, were folks I knew at one time or have corresponded with for a while or  people for whom I had a long-distance and long-standing admiration.

In this blog I just want to mention some of our friends we always saw at the National Cowboy Symposium and elsewhere, but who have crossed over that Big Divide. Here is just part of that list:

**********  DUSTY & PAT RICHARDS



The first time I met Ronald Lee (“Dusty”) Richards was in 1984 in Branson, Missouri. A few weeks earlier I had met Jory Sherman at a writers convention in Oklahoma City. It was Jory who told me all about the great folks in the Western Writers of America and about that year’s convention in a short time in Branson. At his urging, I traveled there alone and walked into the host hotel’s lobby. There an elderly man looked at my cowboy hat, walked over to me and introduced himself to me. It was none other than Thomas (“Tommy”) Thompson, the author of numerous Western articles and novels and movie and TV scripts. 

A short time later I met a fledgling writer from Springdale named Dusty Richards, and we hit it off right away. Between the WWA, other writer conventions and the National Cowboy Symposium in Lubbock,  Peggy and I saw Dusty and Pat many, many times over the years. He was a “late bloomer” who did not have his first book published until 1992, when he was 55 years old. But, golly Bill, he caught on fire there. He wrote some 150 western novels, many under various publishing “house names.” One of those novels, The Mustanger & the Lady, was made into a movie with the title, “Painted Woman.”


Paul Patterson was the high school literature teacher who became a mentor out in West Texas to none other than the late, great Western novelist Elmer Kelton. 

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Those times are now behind us, wonderful memories we will cherish. Dusty and Pat Richards were in a horrific car accident in December of 2017. They were hospitalized in critical condition. Pat died from her injuries on Jan. 11, 2018 and Dusty left this life one week later on Jan. 18, 2018. He was 80 years old.

Dusty and Pat loved their adopted home state of Arkansas, as well as Arizona and the great Southwest. A writer for the family posted this on Dusty’s Facebook page:

“What can we say about Dusty? The real question is what can’t we say about him? To say that he was larger than life is the grandest of understatements. He was an irresistible force and an unmovable object all rolled into one, a personality wider than the western skies he wrote about. He was an eternal optimist, a man who woke up each and every day renewed and ready for the next job, the next challenge, the next good fight. He was a father, a patriarch, a mentor of the first order.

“He toured the  country teaching and encouraging new and experienced writers alike, challenging them to follow his lead, tell the next inspiring story, pen the next Great American Novel. He was a fighter, a lover, a joker, an entrepreneur, a canny businessman, a television and radio personality, a famous rodeo announcer, a cowboy, and, perhaps above all else, a master storyteller. Dusty was everything that fit under his trademark ten-gallon hat and so much more, and we could keep writing for a year and not do him justice.”

**********  HENRY TORRES

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**  Henry Torres, a rancher and historian and cowboy poet, died on April 6, 2018 at the age of 80. He was born to Hispanic parents on Nov. 7, 1937. He grew up in that farming and ranching family, with most of his time spent on ranches in New Mexico — from Deming to Las Cruces and up to Silver City.  He had two beloved sisters, Beatrice and Elsie, where were some older than he. Henry joined the U.S. Navy right after graduating from high school, but came back in 1960 to again work for and with his father. 

This cowpoke went above his learnin’ and married Carolyn Shores in 1971. Henry spent much of his adult career ranching on the side and working as a Brand Inspector for the New Mexico Livestock Board. He retired as the Supervisor in Silver City in 1996. A few years before his retirement, he got interested in writing and publically performing cowboy poetry. He was of the founders and supporters of the New Mexico Farm & Ranch Museum in Las Cruces, NM. And he was the primary force behind the creation of their annual “Cowboy Days” celebration.

In 2002, Henry Torres felt very blessed when he received an “American Cowboy Culture” award at the National Cowboy Symposium in Lubbock, Texas. In 2016, he was recognized in a ceremony at the Las Cruces New Mexico Farm & Ranch Museum for his many years of service to the industry and to the museum. In 2011, Carolyn Torres was seriously sick and wanted to move to Nevada to spend her last days close to their children and grandchildren, and they left their beloved New Mexico. She died in 2014, so Henry moved back to Silver City. He lived and died as a man of his word, a cowboy to the bone.

**********  GUY W. LOGSDON

Peggy and I first met Guy Logsdon in about 1990 at the National Cowboy Symposium in Lubbock, Texas. He had a both at the convention center where he sold new and used and collectable books. When he went back to Tulsa and started “The Oklahoma Cowboy Poetry Gathering” at the National Western Museum & Heritage Center in Oklahoma City. He was kind enough to invite me to perform there several times. Now he is gone.

 Guy William Logsdon was born on May 31, 1934 in Ada, Okla. He grew up there, played bass fiddle and then the guitar, in the Logsdon family band. Then added singing and storytelling to his skills. He graduated from Ada High School and then attended and graduated from East Central State University there is Ada. While getting educated, he also got married to Phyllis Landers from up the road in Okemah (hometown of the legendary singer and songwriter Woody Guthrie).

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 Later, Guy received M.S. degree in Library Science and his Doctorate of Education from the University of Oklahoma. His first job was as Director of Libraries at prestigious University of Tulsa. Over time he became a recognized expert in three very different fields: (1) the life and music of Woody Guthrie; (2) Western swing music and the lives of Bob & Johnnie Lee Wills; and (3) old-time authentic cowboy music. 

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Dr. Logsdon wrote the liner notes for both Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger compilation CDs which were produced by Smithsonian Folkways. His books include “The University of Tulsa: A History, 1882-1972;” “The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing and Other Songs Cowboys Sing;” “Ada, Oklahoma, Queen City of the Chickasaw Nation: A Pictorial History;” “Saddle Serenaders;” “The Flip of the Coin; the Story of Tommy Allsup;” and  “Woody’s Road; Woody Guthrie’s Letters Home, Drawings, Photos, and Other Unburied Treasures” co-authored with Mary Jo Guthrie Edgmon (Woody’s youngest sister). Guy Logsdon himself was the subject of Stan Paregien’s eBook, “Guy W. Logsdon: Award-winning Folklorist,” and a main source of first-hand information for Stan’s book, “Woody Guthrie: The Man, His Music & His Myth.”

 Guy Logsdon died Feb. 5, 2018 after a short illness. He and Phyllis had been married for 64 years. One of their daughters, Cindy Logsdon Black, is married to and performs with noted cowboy poet and storyteller Baxter Black.

**********  GAIL T. BURTON

Burton, Gail Travis - 1929 to 2017 - cowboy poet in Benton, ARPeggy and I first met Gail T. Burton (Benton, AR) at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Center in Oklahoma City in about 1991. That was when Dr. Guy W. Logsdon of Tulsa organized the very first “Oklahoma Cowboy Poetry Gathering.” He and I each performed there, and we would perform together at many other events over the years. Burton began writing and performing his own cowboy poetry and before he stopped he had created more than 500 poems.  He also wrote a book titled, “Cow Pies and Candle Lights” (1999).

Gail Travis Burton died on Feb. 22, 2017 at his home in Benton, Arkansas at the age of 88. He had been born Jan. 4, 1929 in Temple, OK. Ten months after his birth the United States and much of the world would be floundering the economic disaster we now call “The Great Depression.” Well, Gail grew up and served Uncle Sam as a soldier in the Army and was stationed in Korean from 1946 to 1948. Later, he took specialized training at Oklahoma State University and spent the rest of his life as a Fire Protection Specialist in California and in Arkansas.


Peggy Paregien took this photo at the 1st Annual Oklahoma Poetry Gathering at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Center in Oklahoma City. LEFT TO RIGHT: Okay, here’s where my memory has slipped a cinch. I cannot remember the fellah at the left, seems maybe he was a professor at Oklahoma Panhandle State University way out at Goodwell, Okla. Anybody know his name? That bare-faced gent 2nd from left is , . . . uh . . . give me a second . . . oh, yeah. Me. Stan Paregien. And the lady is Francine Robison, the pride of Tecumseh, OK. And on the far right is Gail T. Burton.

Burton was a deacon at First Baptist Church of Benton. He was also a Master Mason and a member of the Society of Fire Protection Engineers. In addition, he was a member of the Missouri Cowboy Poet’s Association, and a charter member of the Academy of Western Artists. He was survived by his wife of 65 years, Barbara Burton and their five  children, 15 grandchildren and 14 great-grandchildren.

How Far Is It to Bethlehem?

by Gail T. Burton of Benton, AR

“How far is it to Bethlehem,”
a young cowboy asked his pard’
while riding ‘cross the open range
as the snow was falling hard.
It was coming on to Christmas,
and the two were out alone,
pushing cows to lower pasture
where the blizzard hadn’t blown.

“I know it’s past Chicago,
crosst’ the ocean anyhow;
I still don’t know just where it’s at,
but a far piece I’d allow.”
His partner rode a while in thought,
like he hadn’t even heard.
“It’s a right far piece from Heaven,
you can take me at my word.”

That’s all he said for ‘most an hour,
while they hazed the cattle slow,
but his thoughts were on the Christ child
as they trudged on through the snow.
On the thought of that first Christmas,
and the gift God sent to earth,
of the truth of Jesus’ coming,
and the blessing of His birth.

While riding on he understood
Where these thoughts of Christmas lead,
And bringing words up from his heart
The old cowboy softly said:
“I’ve no clue to mark the distance,
of the mile, ….. I’m at a loss.
How far is it to Bethlehem?
It’s just half way to the cross.”

© 2004, Gail T. Burton


I reckon that’s more’n enough rambling for one session. Thank you, sincerely, for stopping by. Adios for now. 


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Issue 332 – Stan Paregien’s 15 eBooks Online

The Paregien Journal  –  Issue 332  –  May 4, 2016  –  Stan Paregien Sr., Editor

Periodically I need to stop and introduce my newer internet friends to some of the other things I have written over the years. So what follows here are thumbnail descriptions of the fifteen (15) eBooks of mine which are currently for sale online in a variety of popular formats.

I hope to have another eBook finished by the end of the summer, this one a non-fiction book with loads of photos and information about places and people in our recently adopted state, Florida. When that one is complete, I plan to start the most challenging non-fiction book of my entire career. Can’t tell you much about it, except that it will probably take a year or two for me to complete it. And I hope it will be my best and most-widely received.

After those two very serious projects end, I’ll ease off the keyboard and chip away at my “bucket list” of over 15 more writing projects. Do you know the story of Mrs. Winchester of the famed, odd-ball “Winchester House” in San Jose, California? Well, her hubby invented the Winchester brand rifle. He made a king-sized fortune on the manufacture of his guns and ammunition. After his death, Mrs. Winchester began listening way too much to a gypsy fortuneteller who convinced her that she would not die as long as there were carpenters at work on her house. So this dear lady with deep pockets kept crews of carpenters busy 24-hours of every day for years. So her house had doors and stairways that led nowhere and rooms that had been remodeled dozens of times. But, bless this mislead lady, her heart stopped way before the hammers and saws would have.

Unlike Mrs. Winchester, I really am not working away at my eBooks under some similar delusion that as long as I’m working on a manuscript I will not die. I’m a realist in the awareness that I may not even finish this page, let alone another manuscript, before the Good Lord calls me  to that Writers Retirement Home in the Sky. God knows I’m ready when He is, but I just don’t want to get on the Gospel Train today if it can be helped. So I keep writing.

In the meantime, please read through this information about what I have already done.


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There you have it, friends. My blog for today. I really do appreciate you stopping by once in a while to catch up on what is going on in my corner of the world. I am absolutely amazed at the fact we get visits from people in so many countries around the world. Even a few that I’m gonna have to look on a map and find out where they’re located.

From January 1 to May4, 2016, we had visitors from an amazing 64 countries in the world. Here is the list in order of frequency, with the visitors from the United States being 20 times as many as the next country:

(1) United States, (2) France, (3) German, (4) United Kingdom, (5) Columbia, (6) Brazil, (7) Spain, (8) Netherlands, (9) India, (10) South Africa, (11) Hungary, (12) (13) Australia, (14) Jamaica, (15) Norway, (16) Italy, (17) Ghana, (18) Switzerland, (19) Finland, and (20) Sweden.

Also:  Ireland, Poland, European Union, Thailand, Philippines, Japan, South Korea, Malaysia, Singapore, Chech Republic, Venezuala, New Zealand, Austria, Portugal, Trinidad & Tobago, Belgium, Israel, Chile, Mexico, Twaiwon, Serbia, Argentina, Puerto Rico, Slovenia, Jordan, Ukraine, Russia, Costa Rica, United Arab Emirates, Iceland, Lebanon, Peru, Mayotte, Turkey, Kuwait, Greece, Sri Lanka, Georgia (Russia), Morocco, British Virgin Islands, Ecuador, Romania, and Vatican City.

What? Vatican City. Yep, Vatican City. Hmmm. Wonder if one of them was the Pope?

That wide and semi-permanent exposure of my thoughts to others in other cultures is another reason I keep on writing. 

See ya next time.  

 — Stan                Stan Paregien, Storyteller -- 01--D   300 dpi

P.S. The above logo was designed for me by my late sister, Roberta Paregien Fournier, who died in 2015. I miss my littl’ sister a whole bunch almost every day.

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Issue 315 – 1973 Tulsa Unity Forum

The Paregien Journal – Issue 315  – Dec. 3, 2015

Stan Paregien, Editor


NOTE:  See photos of the Tulsa Forum . . . and more . . . at the end of this article. — SP

1973 Tulsa Unity Forum:

Essays by Leroy Garrett,

W. Carl Ketcherside

& Stan Paregien Sr


Unity Forums in Tulsa, Indianapolis & Houston

 by Dr. Leroy Garrett

Restoration Review (Vol. 15, Number 7), September 1973

8th Annual Unity Forum . . . in Tulsa

The 8th Annual Unity Forum was held this year on the campus of the University of Tulsa. It was arranged and conducted by a committee of concerned believers, chaired by Larry Bradshaw, a professor at the university. It was well attended, with some sessions attracting 400 or more; and there was enthusiastic response in the sharing sessions and question periods. The speakers were from varied backgrounds of the Restoration, as was the audience, and both speakers and audience had a rather large representation of “Church of Christ charismatics.”

Emphasis was given to questions regarding the Spirit, not only because this is of great concern to many in Tulsa, but because the committee realized that oneness among God’s people is, after all, the fruit of the Spirit.

During the planning stage the committee was resolved to bring J. D. Bales, professor of Harding College, and the controversial Pat Boone together in the large auditorium on the campus of Oral Roberts University. I was not enthusiastic about this prospect, not for a unity forum at least, for there is a different atmosphere created in the big blowout kind of an affair and the humbler type of gatherings of a unity meeting. But the committee was gung-ho for a Bales-Boone shootout, and since I knew both men they handed me the assignment of belling the cat.

I talked by phone with Pat in Beverly Hills and found him most responsive to the notion. In fact he roared with enthusiastic laughter when I informed him that J. D. would be his respondent, going on to assure me that the professor would behave in a manner consistent with a unity effort, an assurance that I did not particularly need, realizing that brother Bales is a Christian gentleman. But Pat was most cooperative, and he was raring to go, convinced that this sort of open and frank discussion is appropriate. He spoke of schedule problems, and offered to approach Oral Roberts as a substitute if he himself could not arrange it.

Then I called J. D., realizing that he might not be able to expend all that energy due to his recent illness. But the prospect of meeting Pat at such a place as Oral Roberts University was sufficient motivation to energize an old warhorse like brother J. D. And I was pleased to note an attitude of love and respect moving in both directions, Pat toward J. D. and J. D. toward Pat.

Pat sent me his schedule for the months ahead, including the time we had set for the unity forum, and there was no way to schedule him unless we simply built the meeting around him. So we resorted to our alternate plan, which I suspect was just as well, and that was to bring Warren Lewis from West Islip, N. Y., who is known to be one of our most knowledgeable men on charismata, and to have Marvin Phillips of the Yale Blvd. congregation in Tulsa, to respond to him.

This part of the program did not seem to satisfy the charismatics, and I am not sure why. Marvin did unusually well, partly due to his irenic spirit and partly due to his more open stance on the Spirit’s work. He believes in a real indwelling of the Spirit and certainly does not limit his ministry to the composition of scripture. But he does not believe the gifts of 1 Corinthians 12 are applicable to the modern church, as does Warren. Warren, too, was brilliant. The disappointment may have been that the issues that most concerned people were never really joined.

Too, I am persuaded that our charismatic brothers, bless their hearts, are very intent upon advancing their cause, and I do not object to this necessarily, if the crusading is not sectarian. Well, the cause was hardly advanced. I was told by several that we had selected the wrong men for the study, and one of our tongue-speakers, who was one of the dearest souls there, was so candid during a sharing session as to express his disappointment with the discussion on the Spirit.

One charismatic brother supplied us with some tongue-speaking, only a sentence or two in a sharing session along with a testimonial, but there was something about it that led some to wonder if this is really what the Holy Spirit is doing. But there was really no untoward incident at any time and a beautiful spirit prevailed throughout.

Perry Gresham of Bethany College was our keynoter, sharing with us his conviction that our great heritage as disciples has within it the healing ingredients that our people so badly need. Perry is as resourceful as he is reasonable, and he has the rare talent of coupling these to charm. I overheard one sister say to him, “You are the most charming speaker I’ve ever heard.” The men were also impressed!

Carl Ketcherside spoke unto us a parable, drawn from his boyhood experience, showing that the problem of estrangement between brothers is really a problem of proper relationship with the Father. Carl did not get along with his younger brother until he had a talk with his father, and once that relationship was in good repair and he saw his proper role in the family, he had no trouble accepting his brother, despite the differences. It was sort of a Mark Twain kind of story, with young Carl as obstreperous and cunning as Huck Finn, and it had the Mark Twain wit and humor, as well as his simple profundity. Vic Hunter, editor of Mission, who presided over one of the forums, is considering publishing the parable, so maybe you’ll get to read it.

Waymon Miller, Stan Paregien, and Thomas Langford led us in a helpful discussion of some of our slogans, such as “No creed but Christ” and “In matters of faith, unity; in matters of opinion, liberty; in all things, love.” And one innovative highlight was a discussion on the ministry of women, led by women. RuthAsh of Dallas and Gloria Bradshaw of Tulsa read papers on how they see it (seated quietly behind a table!) and even fielded questions that left no doubt but what there is much yet to be said. Cleona Harvey of Indiana was scheduled to appear also, but was unable to be present.

This particular series of yearly forums will end with ten. The ninth one will be next summer in Nashville, and in 1975 it will end where it began, at Bethany College where the first one was held in 1966.

On to Indianapolis

The North American Christian Convention, which is the major gathering of the Independent Christian Churches, was held just after our Tulsa forum, July 10-1 3, and I was pleased to be among the 31,000 that attended the Indianapolis affair. Upwards of 50,000 registered in the churches, so the number who actually attended was a near record, and the evening sessions had impressive audiences of 12,000 to 16,000. The program book ran almost I 00 pages, so one can imagine the wide scope of the convention, with something for all age groups and all ministries of the church. Over 400 people were on the program in some capacity, not counting the entertainment groups, which helps to explain the large attendance. Too, the leaders seek to make it a family convention, which makes for bushels of kids all over the place who have their own little sub-convention going.

The convention leaders apparently have no idea but what the affair is to be a great gathering of Independent Christian Churches, but those of us who are interested in the unity of our Movement would hope that it could be used for more substantial crossing of sectarian lines than appear evident. True, the NACC has from time to time invited non-Independents, a Disciple here and a Church of Christ leader there, and even an occasional Baptist or Presbyterian; but for the most part it has all the characteristics of one more giant denominational gathering. And with that goes the usual trivia and superficiality that was evident enough at Indianapolis. The NACC leaders have succeeded in achieving bigness, which is a just tribute to a lot of hard work and careful planning, but as to how significant it is to the critical needs of Christian Churches-Churches of Christ is a question.

At one luncheon I overheard a Disciple from Bethany remark that we need an “umbrella convention” where all our disparate groups can feel at home together. My answer to that is that if we all loved each other enough and were really concerned for the prayer of Jesus for the oneness of his people, then we would find a way to make all our great meetings umbrellas, whether they be lectureships in Abilene and Nashville or annual conventions such as the NACC and the International Convention of Christian Churches (Disciples of Christ).

Those of us who are responsible for Fellowship, the new publication issued jointly by concerned ones from our three major groups, passed out sample copies to hundreds of convention visitors. This provided opportunity to get reactions. Some saw it as the most encouraging thing that has happened in our Movement’s history, while many showed little concern. One sister from an enterprising Independent congregation would not even accept a copy once she was told that Disciples had something to do with it. “They don’t even believe in the Virgin Birth,” she assured me, “so I’m not interested in reading anything they write.” The fact that the president of her own convention was one of the editors did not influence her.

On to Houston

Next came a meeting in Houston with a group of Church of God folk. This grew out of a visit I had with Max Gaulke, president of Gulf Coast Bible College, which resulted in our decision to have an invitational unity meeting between some of our people. He invited 12 from the Church of God, while I invited 12 from the Church of Christ, all from the Houston area. We had young and old, black and white, laymen and clergy, students and Ph.D.’s. I was eager for this experience, for I am persuaded that it is this kind of approach that we need more of. There was no advertising and no announcements. It was quietly arranged as one more way to break down barriers and build bridges. No speeches were planned. It was a matter of meeting and sharing together, looking to God’s Spirit to lead us however and wherever.

The first night we encouraged each person within the circle to say something about what God has done in his or her life. It was an important way of getting acquainted.

The testimonials were substantial, encouraging and edifying, leading us to realize that we have so very much in common. The Church of God folk kept expressing their amazement that such a meeting was occurring, for all their previous experiences with our people had been negative.

The second night we discussed a number of differences between us, and while the exchange was vigorous and frank it was always brotherly and irenic. And some time was spent in a sharing of information, people with different backgrounds probing one another as to what they believed, points of agreement as much as disagreement. We prayed together and rejoiced that God had brought us together. It was observed that this is the unity of the Spirit and that our task is to restore such mutuality throughout our ranks. We were, after all, baptized believers together, which made us brothers, and that for two nights at least we had treated each other as brothers. No one seemed to have any notion that all our differences would have to be settled before we could accept each other as brothers.

I observed an interesting distinction between the two groups that went far deeper than any “denominational” differences. They were people well within the mainstream of their own branch of the Church of God, the Anderson, Indiana group, for they were ministers, professors, administrators, and students associated with their Bible college. Ours was “the dirty dozen” in that for the most part we are not exactly kosher among our own people. Two of our number came from the non-class group. One was a black minister. Four or five were young ministers who, even though in a sense “in”, are among our revolting young princes. One was a bona fide elder from a respected Houston congregation, but one who is a country mile ahead in his thinking and daring. One was a business man and another an educator, both of whom represent the freer church within the Church of Christ. If follows, of course, that such ones are the only ones who would attend such a meeting with any degree of openness.

This made for an interesting study. I discerned more of an inclination on their part to defend prevalent beliefs and practices in the Church of God than on the part of

our people to defend our known positions. We could well be tagged Church of Christ “liberals,” whereas they did not seem to have any comparable group in the Church of God. They were at times a little on the defensive when their status quo was questioned, whereas our people were as quick to criticize some of our practices as they were. It was something like an anti-institutional group of one church in conference with the institutional group of another church.

In spite of all this they were as open as any of us in their fraternization, for they had no problem in recognizing Christians in other churches and enjoying fellowship with them. This means that even at the starting point the Church of God folk have not been as sectarian as ourselves, and they therefore haven’t as great a need for a revolt. We all agreed that it was a delightful and enlightening experience.


In 1959, Leroy Garrett became an advocate for Christian unity among all believers. He edited and published a magazine, Restoration Review, from 1959 to 1992, to spread his views.

Garrett, Leroy - in  2013 at ACU

Dr. Leroy Garrett died at the age of 96 on Sept. 29, 2015 in Denton, Texas, his hometown for 53 years. Many of his writings can be found at:    www.leroygarrett.org .

Garrett, Leroy -- A LOVER'S QUARREL - His autobiography - 2003

Garrett, Leroy  --  The Stone-Campbell Movement  - 572 page history



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Footnotes to the Tulsa Unity Forum

by Stan Paregien Sr.

November 17, 2015

W. Carl Ketcherside


Photo by Stan Paregien


I grew up in a very conservative congregation in Fillmore, Calif. We were pretty sure all other churches were in error of some kind and, therefore, had nothing to do with them. We were going to heaven (maybe, if we worked hard enough) and they were going to . . . well, not that place.

Then in about 1963, while a ministerial student at Lipscomb University in Nashville, I discovered a small, plain magazine in the religious periodicals room of the library. I thumbed through it and was shocked to find the editor arguing for fellowship with the Baptists. Even more astounding, he was quoting from writings of the founder of our college, good ol’ David Lipscomb himself. After pinching myself to see whether I was dreaming, my first thought was that if David Lipscomb came back from the grave today and shared his own words in our daily chapel service or at any local church, he would be disfellowship and escorted off of the campus for teaching “false doctrine.”

I kept reading that little magazine, titled Mission Messenger, and slowly my mind and heart were opened to how really large the family of God is and how wondrously we are saved entirely by God’s grace and our faith, apart from works. Then I began corresponding with that editor, W. Carl Ketcherside, who was previously unknown to me. And from Carl’s magazine, I found out about his friend and fellow advocate of Christian unity, Dr. Leroy Garrett. I subscribed to Dr. Garrett’s own magazine, Restoration Review, and began corresponding with him as well.

Ten years later, at the time of the Tulsa Unity Forum in July of 1973, I was living with my wife and children in Stroud, Oklahoma and working as a college textbook salesman. The Forum was the first and only time I ever met Carl Ketcherside. It was the first of three times I would meet Leroy Garrett. And it was an inspiring time for me to hear them and to actually be on the same program with them.

[I am indebted to Scott Harp for much of the following material about Carl. It is posted as part of the story of Carl’s life and is on a web site at:  http://www.therestorationmovement.com/_states/missouri/ketcherside.htm ]

Carl Ketcherside was born May 10, 1908 in Cantwell, Missouri. As early as 1943 he involved himself in radio evangelism in St. Louis, Missouri. For a number of years he conducted a thirty minute radio program called, “The Church of Christ Hour,” that appeared on Sunday afternoons.

Carl loved reading, but was best known for his writing. He wrote               thirty-four books on various biblical topics. For thirty-seven years he     was editor of a magazine entitled, Mission Messenger. In his early days, he was as narrow-minded and sectarian as they came.

Scott Harp then explained the great change that Carl Ketcherside experience in his life and preaching ministry:

“The date of March 27, 1951 was of particular importance to W. Carl Ketcherside. A few weeks previous he had answered calls from brethren in Ireland to come and help them in their work. Early on this day, he, with a number of brethren from Belfast, had boarded buses and traveled to Ahorey, the boyhood home of Alexander Campbell. The old Presbyterian church where his father, Thomas had preached in 1798, was still being used by the Presbyterians.

“Permission had been sought and given for Ketcherside and the brethren to conduct a worship service there. Upon entering the old church building he noted a bronze plaque showing the face of Thomas Campbell with the inscription, Prophet of Union. His text was taken from Ephesians 2:14, ‘For He is our peace who hath made both one, and hath broken down the middle wall of partition between us.’ He felt that his reading and discussion was more addressed to himself than to his hearers. He continued the rest of the day repeating in his mind the words, ‘For He is our peace.’

“Later that evening, after returning to Belfast with the brethren, he had left the home of some of the Christians, having eaten supper with them. He began walking for two miles through a strong snow storm toward where he was staying. He said had never felt more alone in the world. He continued during his walk thinking about the events of the day, and the work of Thomas and Alexander Campbell to restore the unity to all believers. He did not sleep all night, soul-searching about what he termed, his ‘sectarian spirit.’

“The following morning he began reading the book of Revelation. When he got to Revelation, and the words of the Lord to the church at Laodicia, the words sunk deeply into him. He read, ‘For you said, I am rich, I have prospered, and I need nothing, not realizing that you are wretched, pitiable, poor, blind, and naked,’ v.17, and felt that he had been of this mindset in his life and ministry. Then he read the words of Jesus, ‘Behold I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come into him and eat with him and him with me,’ v.20. At that moment, the forty-three year old preacher did something he said he had never done. He asked Jesus into his heart. And from that moment on he held to a completely different approach to life, to worship, to Christianity, and to ministry.

“Upon returning to the United States there were still efforts being made to defend positions he had held for so long. As mentioned above there were other debates he held during that next couple of years. However between 1954 and 1957 changes began to take place that little by little caused brethren to see a difference in Carl’s way of thinking. Being so moved and overwhelmed at the memories of his experiences in Ireland, he began reading extensively the writings of the early years of the Restoration Movement. He read the five volumes set of Moses Lard’s Quarterly. He read Alexander Campbell’s Christian Baptist, and as many volumes of the Millennial Harbinger as he could lay his hands upon.

“He quickly came to believe that many in his generation among churches of Christ, including himself, had moved further and further away from the cries for unity being preached in the movement’s early years, and that the church of his day looked nothing like what the early reformers had envisioned. Very quickly he determined never to enter into a debate again with anyone, finding the debating platform more divisive than instructive.” [by Scott Harp]


In about 1969 or so, I came up with the idea of getting leaders from the various factions of the “Restoration Movement” (i.e., Churches of Christ, Independent Christian Churches and Disciples of Christ Churches) to write their views on how we could have greater or at least some unity in our work for the Lord. So I wrote a letter to Carl Ketcherside and asked whether he might be interested in publishing it. He immediately liked the idea and told me to go ahead with the project. The end result was that I collected essays on the topic of unity from 18 different leaders. And Carl Ketcherside and his Mission Messenger press did, indeed, publish my book —   Stan Paregien, Editor.  Thoughts On Unity. St. Louis, MO: Mission Messenger, 1971. It has been out of print for many years, but thanks to the work of Carl’s family it is now available on Amazon.com as an e-Book.




Carl Ketcherside kept writing his little, non-descript Mission Messenger magazine until 1975. It ended with 8,200 paid subscriptions. He turned to hands-on-work in the inner city of St. Louis, and to speaking appointments in many states and foreign countries. Even many who had opposed his “liberal” ideas in the past started applauding his efforts. Many of his writings are still available in print. See more at http://www.unity-in-diversity.org/ .

Carl Ketcherside developed heart problems and died at the age of 81 on May 25, 1989. Dr. Leroy Garrett, his dear friend for decades, delivered a touching eulogy. Carl’s hometown was Farmington, Missouri, and it is there in the Parkview Cemetery where Carl’s body was buried and a simple, flat marker was placed.


Leroy Garrett


Photo by Stan Paregien

Leroy Garrett earned his B.A. from Abilene Christian University, a Masters of Theology from Princeton University and his Ph.D. in Philosophy and Religion from Harvard University. He and Carl Ketcherside first met at a debate Carl was conducting in Paragould, Arkansas in 1952. They were close friends and co-workers for 37 years, until Carl’s death in 1989.

In 1959, Leroy Garrett became an advocate for Christian unity among all believers, just as his friend Ketcherside had become in 1957. He edited and published a magazine, Restoration Review, from 1959 to 1992, to spread his views.  


Photo by Peggy Paregien

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Dr. Leroy Garrett died at the age of 96 on Sept. 29, 2015 in Denton, Texas, his hometown for 53 years. His body was donated to science. Many of his writings can be found at http:www.leroygarrett.org . Several of his books are still in print.

Garrett, Leroy -- A LOVER'S QUARREL - His autobiography - 2003


Garrett, Leroy  --  The Stone-Campbell Movement  - 572 page history

I took a movie (video) of part of one of the speeches which Dr. Leroy Garrett made at the Quail Springs Church of Christ in Oklahoma City in the fall of 2006. It is posted on YouTube. 


I wrote scores and scores of articles over the years for a variety of Christian magazines. As far as I can recall, here are the only three that appeared in Leroy Garrett’s magazine, Restoration Review:

The first article for Restoration Review was published when I was a senior at Lipscomb University (aka, back then, as David Lipscomb College) and it appeared in the January, 1965 issue on page 17. Please read the footnote that I added to the article.

Paregien, Stan  --  United We Stand  --  RESTORATION REVIEW - Jan, 1965 - page 17


Here is a satirical article I wrote in the summer of 1965. I had just graduated from Lipscomb University with a major in Speech Communication and minors in Bible and History, and I was living in Albuquerque and just about to begin work on my Master’s degree at the University of New Mexico. while still a student at Lipscomb University in Nashville, Tenn. I sent it to Dr. Leroy Garrett and he published it in his Restoration Review magazine, Vol. 7, Number 9, Sept., 1965.



by Stan Paregien


NOTE: The following suggestions were expressly designed for use by young, inexperienced preachers who are seeking stardom in the Texas-Tennessee brand of party politics. However, one may easily adapt these rules to fit any of the other twenty-four factions in the Restoration Movement.


  1. Send reports of your meetings to at least one brotherhood magazine. Needless to say, one should report only the “great” meetings; those with poor “visible results” are better left unpublicized. For as one veteran preacher knowingly commented after several nights of a gospel meeting had gone by with no results, “We’ve got to do better than this. How will it look in “The Old Repliable?”

 While improving your own image, it may also prove to be profitable to mention that “Brother Blank, who is the regular minister at Faithful Church of Christ, is carrying on the work in a fine way.” This tactic is based on the philosophy that “if you scratch his back, he’ll scratch yours,” and it has been found to work quite effectively.

  1. Attend all of the Christian College lectureships you possibly can find time for. Perhaps all that is said at the lectureships will not be especially enlightening or inspiring — perhaps not even consistent — but you don’t have to agree with all that is taught; just don’t let anyone know about your heretical views! Every faithful preacher knows there are two sides to every question: the wrong way and the party’s way. One who dares to rock the party boat may find himself treading water. Besides, most elderships want a regular party man — a “putty” man — and, remember this, a preacher can’t afford to bite the hand that signs his check.
  1. Never fail to send in pictures and copy to one of the brotherhood papers (preferably the one which directs the party machine in your area) for any and everything your congregation does — the more exposure your name gets, the better off you are. This word of warning, however, to the novice: don’t capitalize the word “church” when used as the party title. A monstrous mistake like that would very likely start the faithful brethren wondering whether you have “gone digressive.”
  1. As greener pastures call you from congregation to congregation, always go to a larger church. For the best results, try to end up preaching in Texas or Tennessee and if you can also preach for a congregation located near a Christian College, so much the better. After all, if you are going to work in the Lord’s vineyard, you may as well be in a position to take home a generous share of the grapes.

The only problem you may encounter in this endeavor is the occasional fanatic who will ask why you are preaching to the saved rather than being in a mission area preaching to the lost. Just tell him you think you can do more good where you now work; that will probably hold the questioner until you can formulate a better excuse.

  1. Choose some prominent preacher’s pet project and get behind it. Then push, push, push to make it a glittering success. In this way the brethren will come to associate your name with that of the more widely known preacher, thereby enhancing your stature in their eyes. You may even come to be recognized as a rising star in the Party firmament.
  1. Learn to be a “name dropper.” Ordinary brethren — the laity — will tend to be impressed if they think you are on familiar, friendly terms with the big-name preachers. A young minister elbowing for a place in the sun must keep in mind that the firm foundation upon which the party’s system of preacher promotion rests is this inspired principle: “It’s not WHAT you know; it’s WHO you know.”
  1. Be sure to have your name and picture included in the official preacher’s album, Ministers of Today. After all, what group of elders would be reckless enough to consider hiring a preacher who is not even listed among the approved faithful gospel preachers?
  1. Learn to use the ecclesiastical vocabulary sanctioned by the Party. The uncrowned king of the Party would be most pleased to send you his ex officio definitions if you will send your word list to him, in care of the party paper which he edits.

However, for those who are too busy to do so, we suggest that every aspiring young preacher familiarize himself with these basic words: First, the word “liberal” may be defined as, “That person (or group) who has something or believes in something which we do not have or in which we do not believe.”

Secondly, the word “anti” may be defined as, “That person (or group) who does not have what we have or does not subscribe to what the Bible says (sometimes maliciously called our “interpretation.”

Thirdly, a word which should be applied quite cautiously is the word, “faithful.” It may be defined as, “Any person (or group) which has what we have and believes what we believe, as directed by the party bosses.”

Fourthly, the term “matter of faith” simply refers to anything which WE believe is taught in the Bible. Conversely, a “matter of opinion” is anything which we are not too concerned about, unless someone tries to bind it upon us as being Scriptural.

Any young minister who wants prominence in party politics will probably find it by following the system suggested above. However, numerous feathers in a party cap will hardly be satisfying to one who devoutly desires stars in a heavenly crown.

Happily, there are indications that many consecrated young Christian men are becoming concerned about the obvious inconsistencies between our preaching and our practicing. They are becoming increasingly aware of their ability to secure spiritual emancipation by throwing off the shackles of tradition forged by the Party blacksmiths. They recognize that, as Emerson said in a speech entitled, “The American Scholar,” “The world is his who can see through its pretension. What deafness, what stone-blind custom, what overgrown error you behold is there only by sufferance. See it to be a lie, and you have already dealt it its mortal blow.”

The eyes of many disciples are moist with tears when they reflect upon the broken hearts, confused lives, and lost souls bobbing in the wake left by preachers in their sacred scramble for the chief seats in the synagogue. But, a system which promotes the preaching of “sweet nothings” and practices party politics instead of Christian principles can expect little else — what was it Paul said? Something about sowing and reaping.

It takes courage, humility, faith, and fortitude for a young preacher to turn from the party’s primrose path to the rugged road of reform and restoration. For the young man who chooses spiritual freedom, the future does not promise a prominent pulpit in Nashville, Abilene, Lubbock, or Dallas, as the following lines by an unknown writer suggest:

“Father, where shall I work today?”

And my love flowed warm and free.

Then He pointed me toward a tiny spot

And said, “Tend that for Me.”

I answered quickly, “Oh no, not that!

Why, no one would ever see,

No matter how well my work was done

In that little place for Thee.”

And the word He spoke, it was not stern,

He answered me tenderly:

“Ah, little one, search that heart of thine;

Art thou working for them or Me?

Nazareth was a little place,

And so was Galilee!”

So, the question for the young preacher to ask himself is this: do you want to follow party preachments enshrined in unwritten creeds, or do you desire to freely explore the forgotten frontiers of faith? Have you made your decision? Who is to reign as king in your life — the patron saint of the party, or the Prince of Peace?

[ NOTE:  I confess that my little article, above, written in 1965 is today just a little too satirical for my present tastes. Ah, yes, but that was certainly a different place and time. – SP – Dec. 3, 2015 ]

My article, above, was followed by this one, below, in the next issue of  Restoration Review in Vol. 7, Number 10, 1965.


Unity, Unity

 by Stan Paregien

Jeremiah spoke of certain false prophets in his day who were deceiving the people with their prophecies of coming prosperity. The false prophets blinded the eyes of the Israelites with the words, “Peace,  peace!” Jeremiah used four concise words to refute such speculations.  The weeping prophet of God said, “There is no peace.”

Centuries have passed since the days of Jeremiah, and with that flight of years certain changes have been wrought.

First, the cry has been altered. The statement being shouted from  almost every pulpit in the brotherhood is, “Unity, unity!” It would be almost unthinkable for a preacher to hold a meeting and not speak at least one night on “How The Religious World Can Be United,” or  some similar topic. The inference —- usually it is a bold affirmation — is  that the preacher and the church to which he belongs have the key to oneness.

What the unsuspecting visitor doesn’t realize is that there may be two or three other congregations of the same church in the community,  all of which teach the same “plan” for unity —- yet, not one of  these congregations will recognize the other as being “faithful.”

A short investigation would probably reveal that each of these congregations is engaged in a Cold War against the others. They refuse to call on one another for prayer. They often will not even speak to one another. And, if all else fails, they pelt one another with party labels such as, “Liberals,” “Anti’s,” “Digressives,” etc.

There is open division in the body of believers and no one knows it  better than the congregations themselves. But, their preachers have the audacity to extend the invitation with words similar to these: “Why not embrace true Christianity by coming out of denominationalism and becoming a member of the church (little “c”) of Christ?”

The plea is immediately given a rubber-stamped “Amen” from the  “faithful brethren.” Should an individual come forward and be baptized,  he finds himself becoming a member — not of a single united group of brethren, but of a warring faction. It doesn’t take long for the  new member to find, as Dean Swift once said, that “We have just enough religion to make us hate each other.”

Secondly, the modern cry is no longer a prophecy. It has, according to many, became a reality. Unity is no longer spoken of as something for which we must continually strive. Rather, it has already arrived.

Such a careless attitude could only be termed absurd by any person with a passing acquaintance of the present condition of the church. Are we trying to deceive others into believing that we stand completely united, or  are we trying to pull the wool over our own eyes? If your body received a serious slash, what would you do? Would you look the other way and try to pretend that your life-giving blood were not ebbing away? Certainly not!

Then why do we try to stick our heads in the sand when it comes to the cut and bleeding body of Christ? Our strength, our power, and our influence in the world flows like the mighty Amazon — but, like that great river, our power is untamed, undirected, and useless due to our disunity.

The party spirit is the reef upon which the hopes of the Restoration Movement have been shattered. Now is the time for all Christians to pick up the pieces, to regroup our forces, and to begin practicing what we have been preaching. Only then will we experience the blessings that come when brethren dwell together in unity.


I wrote the following article some seven years after the Tulsa Unity Forum. It was published in the Christian Standard magazine.


Stan Paregien Sr - A Test of Fellowship - Part A

Stan Paregien Sr - A Test of Fellowship - Part B


Dr. Tom Langford


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Dr. Thomas (“Tom”) Langford and his wife Nell were irenic souls long before the term was popular among our people. I knew them first in Sand Springs, Oklahoma in the late 1950s when my parents and I visited my maternal grandparents (John and Vada Cauthen) and, while there, met with the “Non-Sunday School” congregation. Tom was working on his doctorate in English literature from Texas Christian University. And he preached for a “Non-Sunday School” Church of Christ in Prattville, across the Arkansas River from Sand Springs. I remember, probably in late 1958 when asked a girl there named Janice Larremore for a date and we went to a revival that Tom was conducting in a tent over in Sapulpa.

Dr. Langford was a constant influence for brotherly treatment of all Believers and had a wide impact for Christian unity, not just among the “Non-Sunday school” segment of Christianity. He was a professor of English at Texas Tech University and was, for a time, the Dean of the Graduate School. At Texas Tech he received the Faculty Distinguished Leadership Award, the Graduate English Society’s Award for Distinguished Service, the Master Teacher Award by the College of Education and was a member of the university’s prestigious Teaching Academy. He was also a member and served as president of the Christian Faculty and Staff Association.

His Christian articles covered a wide range of topics, and could frequently be found in such magazines as Glad Tidings, One Body, and The Christian Appeal. The Restoration Forum presented him their Restoration Forum Award for his efforts to promote unity and inducted him into their Unity Hall of Fame. He also helped establish a mission work in Kenya in 1980 which has grown now to include work in Uganda and the Sudan. He was an elder for the Church of Christ (Non-Sunday School) at 1701 S. Quaker Avenue in Lubbock until his death. One of Tom and Nell’s sons, David Langford, has been the preaching minister of that church for a long time. David is a talented writer and is also an author.

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The Restoration Forum presented Tom Langford with their Restoration Forum Award for his efforts to promote unity and inducted him into their Unity Hall of Fame. He also helped establish a mission work in Kenya in 1980 which has grown now to include work in Uganda and the Sudan.

Dr. Langford was born on Oct. 20, 1930. He died at the age of 77 on May 2, 2008. His wife, Nell, was still living in Lubbock in late 2015.



In 1981, eight years after the Tulsa Unity Forum, W. Carl Ketcherside wrote a brief article about that event.