Bobby Hart, Me, and Johnny Hart, creator of the cartoon strip B.C.
This is a tribute to a talented man who showed incredible kindness to me and inspired me to speak boldly of my faith in Christ. His name was Johnny Hart. He was a nationally syndicated cartoonist, creator of the popular comic strip B.C. and co creator of WIZARD OF ID. I had admired him for years.
Throughout his career Johnny found creative ways to share his personal faith and some of his controversial views through his cartoons. Although his faith and his opinions attracted criticism he courageously submitted his work major newspapers and those who believed in him continued to publish it. Imagine my surprise when he and his wife showed up at one of my shows. Please read to the end.
The words jumped at me from the computer screen. Stage IV ovarian cancer!
Robert and Bobbie Wolgemuth have been personal friends for years so when we learned that Bobbie had received this serious diagnosis our hearts went out to our friends and our prayers began in earnest.
Over the last two years the cancer has gone from discovery to treatment and from remission to recurrence. Bobbie is now undergoing more chemotherapy and an experimental clinical trial.
I hope your prayers will be added to ours for God’s miraculous intervention. However… The spirit and faith of Bobbie Wolgemuth has not wavered. Her life is changing my life and the lives of almost every person she meets. She is one of the most positive people I have ever met. What makes the difference?
Signs are designed to catch our attention. They alert us to danger or promote some product. Some signs, however, defy understanding. The following are signs found in real life.
On a bag of Fritos: “You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.”
On packaging for a Rowenta Iron: “Do not iron clothes on body.”
On a Korean kitchen knife: “Warning. Keep out of children.”
On an American Airlines packet of nuts: “Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts.”
On a Swedish chain saw: “Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands.”
Wait there’s more!
There are gushy stories that manipulate the emotions—then there are tales that genuinely pluck the strings of your heart. It’s a very fine line between the two.
In 1984 I learned to fly. It was a way to bring my family to my speaking engagements without having to buy expensive airline tickets for each person. It soon became much more than that. Flying got in my blood. There is nothing on earth as exhilarating as viewing earth from above. This flight was resplendent with unique cloud formations, a rouge rainbow, and a perspective of earth not available to those with their feet planted in the grass. Here are a few examples of what I saw.