
Pastor Mike and Brenda VerWay

I apologize in advance for the length of this blog. I was recently inspired by a joking comment from a friend to do a series of blogs on people who have influenced my life. Since doing a blog on him was his idea, I thought it only appropriate to start with Pastor Mike. :) Pastor Mike and Brenda came into my life when I was in 8th grade. They came to fill the youth pastor position at my church. Little did I know the effect of their impact on my life that would become clear in the following years.
They were real. I saw them in many different circumstances and knew their faith to be real. I could listen and grow under Pastor Mike's teaching because of who they were in normal life. As I look back on who I was in high school, I recognize the infinite level of patience they had in dealing with me. They were there at camp the summer when I was having the worst attitude of my life and he was preparing to actually send me home from camp until the Lord got ahold of my life and I got saved. They came over to my house to personally tell me something that I would learn the next day at church about a situation that would devastate me. They stayed while I cried and I will never forget Pastor Mike's solo the next morning in church. He sang "Where is a Gideon...where is man" and I sat in my seat and cried. They were a source of stability for me and I knew I could go to them with anything.
Brenda will never know how much she changed me. She was a role model to me and someone who I desperately wanted to be close to. She listened to me when I needed to talk and wasn't afraid to challenge me or bust me when I needed it. We talked about dating as I was seeking to find my acceptance in a relationship and not in God. She gave me wise advice about dating and relationships that I carried with me through college and my time on Guam. She made a point to be a part of our lives - even when she had her hands full with being a wife and a mommy. We all loved her.
I had the distinct honor of having Pastor Mike perform my wedding ceremony. People told us afterwards that it was the funniest wedding they had been to in a long time. We made it through the typical wedding bloopers and he performed the ceremony with both dignity and hilarity. I'm not sure how that is possible, but the wedding video proves it to be true. I'm thankful that they could both be there for our special day. Michael, their son, was just thankful that I was getting married. He was little when I was in high school and I spent a lot of time with him at various youth activities. He wasn't very old when I was driving him to his house one day and he asked me if I was going to marry my boyfriend. I told him that I didn't know and he told me that if Matt didn't marry me, he would. It was so sweet. By the time of my wedding he was much older and thankful he didn't have to stick to that. :)
Basically, to wrap it all up even though I could go on and on, Pastor Mike and Brenda left imprints on my life and I will forever be grateful that they were willing to invest in my life.
Oh yes, I'm also thankful that they never called the police on me and my various friends who toilet papered their house many times. At least 2 of those times, we were seriously caught. Thankfully, most youth pastors understand that toiler papering is merely a teenage way of saying "We love you."
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good idea!!! :) thanks for sharing!
Oh, Sandra! I opened your page today and drew in a quick little happy breath!! I LOVE THE VERWAYS!!! (are you guys reading this?!?!)
You hit the nail on the head, (I remember all those times) and so a very loud AMEN is echoing from Midland. Praise the Lord for the VerWay family. Memories of them have put a big cheesy grin on my face. Were you there when Pastor Mike & Kyle Theaker made us be moving targets for paintball? Yeah. Fun times.
do the VerWays have a blog?
No, I wasn't there for that special day, but that reminds me of another great Pastor Mike memory. One time at the Co-Presidents retreat we were playing Capture the Flag with paintball guns. It was like my first time using one. I was hiding close to the ground and PM came up and I shot him from really close up. I gave him the best kidney shot bruise. That was a proud moment for me. :)
I don't think they have a blog.
That was such a great tribute to them. You are so blessed to have them in your life (I don't even know them, but wish I did!) Where did you go to camp in H.S.?
Northland Camp & Conference Center. To be fair, my counselor wasn't the biggest help in my attitude situation. When I arrived at camp I was wearing the longest pair of shorts I owned (and I wasn't EVER a daisy duke wearer). She welcomed me and in the same breath informed me that I would have to change into longer shorts before I could leave the cabin. Yeah, good start. :)
I remember the kidney bruise. Wasn't that the same retreat that P.Mike gave Lisa a black eye? Or maybe that was a different time...LOL.
What? No Daisy Dukes? Don't they qualify for that category at one millimeter above the knee?? Yeah, I had a counselor like that too. Bad enough for me to take a 3-year hiatus from N-land camp. God is good - I guess it didn't alter our opinions of N-land forever! :-)
I have my own personal opinions about which college N-land visited to recruit That Kind of counselor, but I'll keep my opinion to myself for now!
Yep - They were barely above my knee. I tried not to be bitter forever, but hey, I wasn't saved yet, so at least I had my three days to that camp before I had to get my heart right.
I do remember the black eye, but I don't remember if that was the same time.
I wonder if we ever came to camp at the same time. I always came the the v-ball camps...so our shorts passed above the knee. (maybe that was my motive for going to sports camp :)
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