Norm and I met at the northeast non-com conference of Christian Service Brigade while I was still in college and living near Albany, NY. This conference was held each year in Briar Cliff Manor, a small town north of New York City at The Kings College. It was there that young men from across the northeast would come for leadership training and fellowship. Norm and I talked of how computers could help the work of missions and . . . I was hooked.
That next summer, Norm invited me to intern with The Sudan Interior Mission at their offices in Cedar Grove, NJ. The first few days, while permanent housing was being arranged, I stayed at the SIM guest house and I met a veteran missionary couple returning from the field for the last time. I explained to them my plan of interning at SIM that summer and the following year with Wycliff and then choosing my direction. They would have none of that. They quickly explained that was not how God worked and that He already chosen.
That summer Norm and Ellie took me and another developer Ken Wengzen who was already programming full-time for SIM, under their wings. And to prevent starvation and malnutrition, we ate dinner every Tuesday night at their house.
On at least one occasion Coit Morrison joined us. That night Ellie put a wonderful plate of sweet and sour pork in front of us. But thinking it was beef stew, Coit bit into what looked deceptively looked like a potato and found it was pineapple . . . his face was priceless.
Chip and Bill, thank-you so much for sharing your parents with us.
I have to mention one more face. While still in NJ, we took Norm out for lunch on his birthday. We went to a Japanese Hibachi restaurant. We had a lot of folks and had a private room. The maître d’ knew it was Norm’s birthday and positioned himself behind him. The rest of the staff came in and sang the obligatory “Happy Birthday” in their broken English. But when they finished . . . the maître d’ reached over Norm’s shoulders, grabbed both his hands, and raised them three times to a thunderous “Banzai, Banzai, Banzai”. Norm’s face was priceless. For those that know Japanese, you already know that what they wished for him . . . to live for ten thousand years. For all us here today, we know it will be so true and more!
Many of us served with Norm at Old First Church in their Brigade program. I had served for years in Christian Service Brigade, was being mentored by the NE regional director, knew all the handbooks backwards and forwards, and had begun to teach at the non-com conference . . . but Norm did not go by those books. He went by The Book.
There was one kid in our brigade that just did not fit in and in fact he was quite disruptive. My attempts at crowd-control were redirected by Norm. He took me aside to explain that in order to continue to build into that boy's life, love would be more important than discipline.
As I reflect back now, there was always that odd person in the programming office. I remember thinking to myself, why can't Norm hire anyone normal? The real odd thing was, I was completely blind to my own condition. Injured by the loss of my father to divorce and later my mother to diabetes, I was not completely “normal”. Yes, Norm had hired me to program computers, but I now know he also hired me so he could minister to me.
Back then programmers needed a large desk. The computers we used were big. You needed big manuals and lots of them. So, when we got to the new offices here at Choate Circle, with the help of the guys in the woodshop, we were allowed to design and build our own desk.
When you worked with these big manuals you would frequently come across a page, that had only a single line of text centered across the middle of the page. It said "This page intentionally left blank". They wanted you to reassure you that it was not a misprint and you weren't missing something important.
Coit, you and I, and many other young men are pages that Norm intentionally did not leave blank.
I’ll give just one example, Coit you probably have many as Norm wrote into our lives.
In September of 1984, a year out of college, Norm sent me, by myself, to install the first computer at the Canadian office. After it was unpacked and installed in their little closet of a computer room, it would boot and run, but would eventually halt. Upset and frustrated and embarrassed, I called Norm. He told me “Don’t be concerned about a short term problem, when it is part of a long term solution”. This bit of wisdom written so long ago is still very legible on my page.