Steve Hawthorne
Another Moody heathen you may remember is Steve Hawthorne, another rebel and student who came to Moody in 1964 with his sister, Judy. He was in the Men's Glee Club and was another one out of the 835 Building who stayed up all night laughing with me instead of praying. Hawthorne's parents had been missionaries in Bolivia, and I thought he wanted to be an evangelist or some crazy thing like that. He had the most unusual method of sermon preparation for his PCW assignments. He said he would fall asleep on Saturday night, and when he awoke on Sunday morning, he had the sermon. It never worked for me although I have been using that method for years. Hawthorne had also been a lifeguard at Word of Life on some island up there watching all the babes before coming to Moody. Boy, did he have the stories. He left Moody before graduating, i.e., they threw him out for laughing all night and not studying and praying. He went on to Northeast Bible College in New Jersey, got married late, and was an early pioneer selling telecommunication stuff. He became a big shot in the business and was all over the planet with it. Somehow it all came down and Hawthorne was without a job. So off he went to TSA, those annoying airport security people. He has been moving up the ladder with them at the Phoenix airport where he lives. Phoenix, not the airport. Hawthorne is a very private soul and an elusive little devil. I have chased him for years because he was one of my best buddies. But I finally caught up with this diminuitive, sawed-off midget last Spring.
Addendum
I have news on another one of the disciples - Brother Steve Hawthorne from Moody, the Class of 1967. Brother Hawthorne was a Glee Club man. He prepared PCW sermons by falling asleep and letting the Lord speak to him during the night. He served the Lord at Moody, but he went on to serve the Lord at Northeast Bible College too after he was "led" out of Moody (read "booted out" for not being spiritual enough). Some of you are probably thinking, "Oh, no, Brother Hawthorne has finally gone to his reward." Not exactly. But he almost did. Brother Hawthorne informed me today that as he was on a work break for TSA there in Phoenix and was puffing away one of his coffin nails that he had started on shortly after Moody when suddenly he recalled nothing more for several days. It seems that Brother Hawthorne went to the ground like an anvil, landing on his head, and succumbed to a major heart attack. They were unable to revive him for some time. He even had no pulse for 3-4 minutes. One of the bomb experts at TSA was doing CPR on him to no avail. It took the fire department with those electric paddles and lots of juice and some idiot screaming "Clear" to get his heart started again. So someone from Moody who is already in heaven and knew Brother Hawthorne well shoved him back to the valel of tears for more sanctification. He ended up with a triple bypass and a couple of stents and was in a coma for a number of days, But he is back. Yes, thank the Lord and the former glorified Moody student. Hawthorne called me today, and it nearly scared the pants off of me to realize he was speaking from here and not "there", if you know what I mean. All this happened 2 weeks ago tomorrow. The last time I saw him in Phoenix we both headed for IHOP and were packing in the pancakes, syrup, sausage, butter, coffee, and cream like it was five minutes before our hanging. So in light of all this, I have made some changes. I am laying off the coffee.
Addendum
I have news on another one of the disciples - Brother Steve Hawthorne from Moody, the Class of 1967. Brother Hawthorne was a Glee Club man. He prepared PCW sermons by falling asleep and letting the Lord speak to him during the night. He served the Lord at Moody, but he went on to serve the Lord at Northeast Bible College too after he was "led" out of Moody (read "booted out" for not being spiritual enough). Some of you are probably thinking, "Oh, no, Brother Hawthorne has finally gone to his reward." Not exactly. But he almost did. Brother Hawthorne informed me today that as he was on a work break for TSA there in Phoenix and was puffing away one of his coffin nails that he had started on shortly after Moody when suddenly he recalled nothing more for several days. It seems that Brother Hawthorne went to the ground like an anvil, landing on his head, and succumbed to a major heart attack. They were unable to revive him for some time. He even had no pulse for 3-4 minutes. One of the bomb experts at TSA was doing CPR on him to no avail. It took the fire department with those electric paddles and lots of juice and some idiot screaming "Clear" to get his heart started again. So someone from Moody who is already in heaven and knew Brother Hawthorne well shoved him back to the valel of tears for more sanctification. He ended up with a triple bypass and a couple of stents and was in a coma for a number of days, But he is back. Yes, thank the Lord and the former glorified Moody student. Hawthorne called me today, and it nearly scared the pants off of me to realize he was speaking from here and not "there", if you know what I mean. All this happened 2 weeks ago tomorrow. The last time I saw him in Phoenix we both headed for IHOP and were packing in the pancakes, syrup, sausage, butter, coffee, and cream like it was five minutes before our hanging. So in light of all this, I have made some changes. I am laying off the coffee.