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Wednesday, July 27, 2005

I still miss Glenn Owen. As many of you know, Glenn was a Highland elder and one of the anchors of Herald of Truth ministries for many years. When I first came to Highland, Glenn and I had a few disagreements in elders' meetings. I felt uncomfortable with the level of disagreements, but each time a meeting was over, Glenn embraced me and told me that we could disagree but walk out as best friends. I'll never forget that lesson. Glenn believed that it was healthy to honestly express your disagreements, that it was good to listen to each other, and that it was important to walk out as friends. Friends don't have to agree all the time. There are scores of Highland "kids" (now in the 20s) who would tell you that one of the most important parts of their faith formation was the group Glenn called his "Prayer Warriors." He would get Highland kids together and tell them that he was counting on them to support him with money and prayers during his mission trips. Little did they realize at the time that their funds hardly supported the trips. But Glenn knew that if they gave their meager resources they would feel invested in missions. He would show up every once in a while on Saturday mornings with a hundred or so Egg McMuffins to report to his prayer warriors about what God was doing through their prayers. Several times Glenn would give our high school grads a quarter each with a note telling them that if they ever get in trouble they could call him and he'd be there ASAP. (This was a few years back -- when calls were two bits!) And once, when one of our high school students ran away from home, Glenn searched night and day looking for him. He searched every hotel and followed every lead in West Texas. When I think of Glenn Owen, I think of the shepherd who searches for the lost sheep.


  • I used to answer the phone at Highland and hear "B.C., please." That was always Glenn calling for Brenda Chrane.

    I saw Glenn one day at Copy Stop. (When I saw them there, I always accused him of walking around like he owned the place.) I was holding Julia, who was a baby then. He reached out, gently touched her forehead, and her eyes promptly closed and she was out. We've had some long, sleepless nights with our youngest child during which I've longed for Glenn and his magic touch.

    Glenn died at work. It would have been impossible for him to go any other way. He was never not carrying out some kind of work for the Kingdom.

    By Blogger Deana Nall, at 7/27/2005 06:35:00 PM  

  • I miss Glenn too. I remember big hugs and his smiling face. I loved hearing him preach with/translate for Juan Monroy.

    By Blogger Jenni, at 7/27/2005 06:50:00 PM  

  • When I was in college I was a new Christian and was really taking that verse in Ephesians to heart and trying to not be sarcastic. Then I met Glenn. How liberating that was! The cool thing about Glenn was that even when you were the butt of his jokes you knew that you were also the object of his affection. I don't know many who loved others stronger than Glenn did.

    By Blogger Joel Quile, at 7/27/2005 07:53:00 PM  

  • I can't remember any Bible classes since college that were more intense than his Wednesday night Equipping classes which were intended to help prepare the Sunday morning teachers for their lessons. (We were trying to have the sermons and lessons on the same topic.) I remember Galations.
    Then gradually the classes included almost all adults since they were so challenging and informative.
    He was a wonderful, super-intelligent, loving man. Always remembered people and interested in whatever interested them.
    I miss him, too.

    By Blogger Sarah_RN, at 7/27/2005 09:15:00 PM  

  • I didn't know Glenn Owen but I knew his son and if his son is anything like his dad...wow!
    Glenn, if you are reading this...I still have a scar and always think about you when I see it...promise, not in a bad way. Still riding my bike.
    grace, Julie

    By Blogger julie, at 7/27/2005 10:12:00 PM  

  • Well, this Highland 'kid' is just now in her 5ifth decade. As we lived away a lot, Highland was always our 'home' church. Glenn was larger than life, because I first met him and then always saw him on mission trips to Europe. So I got to know him on the stage of world missions. As a kid, I thought Glenn had the spiritual gift of speaking in tongues.

    Glenn melted culture shock. When he and Juan Monroy took the stage and shared the podium in Spain and Portugal, it was the best show in town. How I wished to speak more than just English, because all the other people in the room were getting all the jokes! But the gestures and facial expressions conveyed the message of the Gospel. Glenn taught me that knowing other languages was a mighty bridge to loving people with differing customs. When he embraced them, it was like watching Jesus swoop down to hug us all in one big embrace.

    Wherever we saw each other in this small world, he always remembered me. I will never forget him!

    By Blogger Deb, at 7/28/2005 01:43:00 AM  

  • I was just thinking of Glenn Owen the other day! I didn't know him well, but I sure did love him! He came to Oklahoma Christian and spoke in chapel several days. In the evenings, he would meet with whoever came and talk about the Bible and about God. WOW! I remember hearing the news of his death and feeling numb. He was a great man of God. I feel so blessed to have known him even in the small way that I did.

    By Blogger Danna, at 7/28/2005 06:04:00 AM  

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    By Blogger Danna, at 7/28/2005 06:19:00 AM  

  • There are so many memories of Glenn. Weddings, classes, singing at his funeral. Glenn and I served on a board together and it was always interesting to be with him in that environment once a week. Of course the Glenn/Juan show was always awesome. But one of my favorite Glenn memories was when he wanted to add something to one of your Sunday morning sermons and got up out of his seat and took the pulpit. The look on your face was priceless!

    By Blogger Val, at 7/28/2005 07:50:00 AM  

  • Those Saturday mornings were very formative for me. I really miss his prayers. I remember when he preached several Sundays (I think in the interim before you) and would walk all around the whole auditorium as he preached, resting his hands on people's shoulders as he walked by.

    By Blogger RPorche, at 7/28/2005 08:25:00 AM  

  • I remember one Missions Sunday when I was a little girl. My dad was treasurer of the Missions Committee and therefore in charge of counting the money raised from the Missions Special. After the plates had already been passed, Glenn got up on stage and encouraged everyone to empty their pockets of all spare change, talking about how much more money we could contribute if we would each do that much. The plates were passed again, and I remember my dad coming home absolutely floored at how much money all that change had added up to! Glenn always had such a charismatic way of leading us all in God's service. I miss him dearly too.

    By Blogger Heather A, at 7/28/2005 09:04:00 AM  

  • It is hard for me to picture Highland without Glenn Owen! He was one of a kind!

    By Blogger SG, at 7/28/2005 12:28:00 PM  

  • Mike,
    When I was faced with one of the most stressful times of my life and he became aware of it, Glenn told me that a shepherd protects his sheep and he then put those words into action--immediately-- showing no fear of possible consequences to himself. What an elder, what a man of God! We were all blessed to have known him.

    By Blogger scott, at 7/28/2005 12:34:00 PM  

  • Glenn knew my uncle well from his time growing up in Littlefield TX...that was our connection when I met him upon arriving at ACU. We had many conversations at CopyStop about Littlefield. While that was the opener, he would rather talk about the Lord. In those days, I wasn't that comfortable with that (reflection of where I was spiritually) and sometimes I would turn around and leave if I saw Glenn! He loved Jesus and wanted to talk about Him with everyone. Several years later, I remember going in to one of the elders' meetings at Highland and telling about our plans for mission work in Africa. I got the biggest hug from Glenn. He loved missions. He loved sharing Jesus with the world!

    By Blogger Randy & Kelly Vaughn, at 7/28/2005 03:58:00 PM  

  • Mike,

    Glenn was truly an encourager. I did not know him well, but my limited interaction was mere words from him to encourage me in ministry. He was a Godsent. TD

    By Blogger Terry, at 7/29/2005 10:28:00 AM  

  • Glenn treated my parents with love and respect. He was supported in Brazil by the church we attended and my where my mother was the church secretary -- Eastridge Church of Christ in Ft. Worth. He flew around with my dad several times in the 60s, although, my dad was not a very good pilot. I was baptized during a meeting he preached at our church.

    Dittos on the Juan and Glen tour stories.

    By Blogger David Michael, at 7/30/2005 12:20:00 PM  

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