I often think of something Mike said about faith that amazed and inspired me, especially because he was so young and probably a newlywed. It must have been sometime before June, 1987, because that’s when we moved away from Phoenix and Deer Valley Free Methodist Church, which still met at 4026 W. Acoma Drive, where we and his whole family attended church. Mike and his wife, Lauren, taught our little daughter Angie in Sunday School. We were privileged to attend Mike and Lauren’s wedding on one of the hottest June days I’d witnessed. It was held in a church family’s backyard, where the vinyl LP they used to play wedding music from the patio warped right there in the intense desert heat. It must have been sometime after that that Mike said he was confident to become a parent because he was sure that God would help him raise any children for the Lord and surely would save them. I wish I could remember his exact words, but I always felt this was a real tribute to our Lord, to the work He had done in Mike, and to Mike’s parents, Murray and Betty Williams, who were pillars of our church and to whom I really looked up.