One look at this campus beauty and you do not need to ask
how she captured
my undivided attention. Now, 50 years later, she is still the most beautiful lady that I
know. I am awesomely blessed to be able
to call Robbie my best friend, lover, encourager, ministry partner and beloved
wife. Today, August 25, we will celebrate
our Golden Wedding Anniversary. It seems
fitting that after days of watching Olympic competition we are going to get our
own gold medal. We are in Rogers/Bentonville, Arkansas, with our
son, Rob, our daughter-in-law, Sarah, and our exceptional grandson, Andy. We are here
to combine our anniversary
celebration with an early celebration of Andy's first birthday. It cannot get much better!
We met at a youth rally where my Wayland roommate, Bobby
Lacey, was preaching. Robbie was the
secretary to Dr. J. H. Wright at First Baptist Church, Levelland, Texas, and
the program chairperson for the associational youth rallies. She asked me to preach at the next one, and
that started a friendship that has gotten better and better. During the summer before our wedding, Robbie,
worked as a secretary at Trinity Baptist Church in Lubbock, Texas, and I
preached during youth-led revivals in Oregon, Washington and British
Columbia. Robbie met me for student week
at Glorieta Baptist Assembly in New Mexico and we returned to Texas for the big night at
First Baptist Church in Levelland.
As we walked out of the church, we were too young and crazy
to worry
about anything. We were madly
in love and certain that God had brought us together. We were off to New Mexico for our honeymoon,
driving my parents' new car. Our first
meal together was a wee hours of the morning breakfast at an all-night cafe in
Roswell, New Mexico. The next day, we
drove to the Lodge at Cloudcroft for a perfect honeymoon. After that, reality set in. We went immediately back to the Wayland
campus for study, work and coping with married life in a converted army
barrack, where we shared a bathroom with
another newlywed couple. We could write
a book about that!
When we prowl through the old pictures, we keep asking,
"Who are these people?"
Whoever they are, God has allowed them to see the world
together. Robbie knew when I proposed
marriage that God had called me to a life of itinerant evangelistic preaching.
Neither of us could have imagined that this would take me to five continents
and almost every state. We have been
privileged to be together in Europe, Africa, our beloved Brazil, Central
America, Jordan, Israel, the Caribbean and Bermuda. We have held hands overlooking the Grand
Canyon, the Golden Gate bridge, under the giant redwoods, in the Rockies, the
Smokies and the Blue Ridge. We have seen
Yellowstone, Mt. Rushmore, the
magnificent Oregon coast, and we have driven the road to Hana on Maui. We have crossed the Mississippi more times
than we want to count. While more
traveling is not high on our list right now, we can sing Bob Hope's old theme
song, "Thanks for the memories!"
On September 4, 2007, our grandson, Andrew Loyd Bristow, was
born in
Rogers, Arkansas. Now, his mom
and dad, Rob and Sarah, are expecting the arrival of his little brother or
sister in February 2009. Whatever the
years ahead have in store for Robbie and me, we anticipate many more trips to
the Ozarks. For some reason(s) that
destination beats out anywhere in the world on our preference list. Did we tell you that our grandson is
exceptional?


