About Edgar & Pamela

Pamela’s Story

It all started…before we met. I played at being a missionary as a girl and discussed being one as an adult. I never moved on that until the Lord gave me a book through my pastor, _Nomad of the Spirit_. After reading that, my mind was made up to do the only thing I knew to do when ‘called’ by God to something as yet unknown; attending Presbyterian Seminary. As part of the process in the Presbyterian Church, I went for 3 days of Psychological and Career Testing. The results were given like this; “There are only two things you can do in life and be successful. To be an artist or to be a missionary. You have the emotional and life skills for both.”

Well, with a degree in Fine Art, I knew that score was easy to make. But a missionary? I began remembering all the playing and talk about being a missionary. So, with what little prayer I knew how to do, I began thinking about that.

I started Seminary in Virginia, which struck me as too intellectual, so I began reading my Bible a lot. Little did I know that reading God’s Word was building my spirit up so I could hear when God spoke to me. He did, and soon. At the Lord’s downright insistence, “Go to Austin, go to Austin, go to Austin”, (Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary) I transferred there. Not wanting to go to Austin because of personal experience with someone who had been there, the Lord had to do some serious work to convince me, which taught me that I can hear from God. September of 1984 I enrolled in Austin, and met Edgar the same month. He was the guy who had been there, then away for a few years, then back. At round tables in the Refectory (dining hall) at Seminary, the single students ate together family style. There were only about 20 of us. I quickly observed that Ed was the kind of guy who spoke very little, but you had better listen when he does, for it would be worth listening to.

When I wanted someone ‘older and wiser’ to ask about a charismatic church I had attended with my cousin, Harlan and his wife Lisa, Ed was the one to ask. I cornered Ed at his study carrell (which by accident was next to mine) in the seminary library, and invited him to go and give his opinion. Little did I know that he had attended Bible School with the Associate Pastor and had been there before. He said not a word, but went with me to church. That day, we talked a lot and found out we had much in common. Later that day, Ed said, “There might be something to this, but if either of us has a check in our spirit, it’s off, no questions asked” ( or something like that ). I told the Lord later that night, “I don’t know what a check in my spirit is, but don’t let him have one”. He didn’t, and btw, I didn’t either.