Our Very Good Friends, Tim and Julie Tennent

We first met Tim and Julie Tennent in 1987 while they were serving as pastors of four small Methodist congregations in north-eastern Georgia. This was their first pastoral appointment. At the very first meeting, I knew that these were special people. Though very young and new in ministry, Tim and Julie impressed me with their spiritual maturity and love for the Lord and His Church. I still vividly remember going for very early morning prayer with Tim to one of the sanctuaries, just the two of us. It was February and very cold and the sanctuary was not heated! When I saw Tim kneeling and praying in that cold sanctuary at 5 AM or so I knew he was serious about serving the Lord.

I have had the privilege of preaching the same Sunday morning in all the congregations! We would finish one service and ‘run’ (drive) to the next. What a blessed memory! I never knew at that time that this ‘circuit rider’ preacher would become the President of Asbury Theological Seminary. However, I did know that the Lord would honor him and bless him beyond his wildest expectations because I clearly saw his (and Julie’s) humility and servant hearts. I saw how much they loved the Lord and His Church and how eager they were to touch the world with the Gospel.

Their love for Missions had taken Tim and Julie to India, even before we met. We traveled together for the first time in India in 1988 and from then on Tim has been with us every year, except one (and Julie and children several times). They both have played a very key role in the development of the Luther W. New Jr. Theological College (NTC), Dehra Dun, where Tim is a beloved visiting professor. We love and admire Tim and Julie very much. We do not have words that are adequate to express our appreciation for them for all that they have done for strengthening the Church in India.

We pray that the Lord would bless them with all the riches in the heavenly places and shower them with His abundant grace as they take on the new assignment that the Lord has entrusted with them!

George and Leela Chavanikamannil
Founders
New Theological College
Dehra Dun, India.

The Church is a LifeSaver

What does hearing great Christ-centered preaching, canoeing in the Okefenokee swamp, spelunking in caves in North Carolina, riding horses with my friends, roasting marshmallows and performing impromptu skits by the fire, attending inspiring retreats at Camp Glisson, musical events at Lake Junaluksa, wood carving classes, and inspiring worship all have in common? They are just a few of the activities which filled my life growing up as a member of Grace United Methodist church in Atlanta, Georgia.

The church was always at the center of my life. Grace United Methodist church in Atlanta has a tradition of the entire congregation coming forward to kneel and pray at the altar at the end of the Sunday night service. My parents had met at the altar of Grace as youth in 1951 during the ministry of Dr. Charles Allen. In 1960, my parents brought me as a baby back to that same altar where I was baptized by Dr. Cecil Myers. In fact, years later, when Dr. Myers preached a revival service at the Nacoochee United Methodist church where I pastored, he told me that I was the first child he had baptized at Grace church. I also grew up an avid Boy Scout, and troop 444 was sponsored by Grace United Methodist church. I also belonged to the Youth group and sang – or tried to sing – in the youth choir. The youth choir was the third choir I had sung in after the cherub choir and the carol choir. I was one of those children who stood in the cherub choir waving at my parents while we were supposed to be singing All Things Bright and Beautiful.

Sunday morning and night we worshipped as a family. I can still remember the grandeur of the sanctuary; the massive pipe organs, the beautiful stained glass windows, helping to pass the massive gold offering plates with velvet bottoms, my mother’s earnest prayers, and the quiet hush which came over us when we entered the sanctuary. My mom and dad always made sure that we sat in a particular transcept of the sanctuary known as the “Amen Corner.” I was the third of three sons and I well remember my dad teaching us how to shine our shoes on Saturday night, making sure that we used the “brown” brush for brown polish and the “black” brush for black polish. Sunday morning we all dressed up in full three-piece suits (which were annually purchased in preparation for Easter Sunday) and faithfully lined up in the bathroom so our dad could slick our hair down with Bryl Cream (remember, “a little dab will do ‘ya!”). My Dad loved great preaching. He was always talking about good sermons he had heard, often on these huge reel-to-reel tapes we had purchased. Sometimes, he would take us to hear a good sermon in neighboring churches. One time we even went down to historic Auburn Avenue, just a few blocks from the boyhood home of Martin Luther King, Jr. to the Wheat Street Baptist church and heard our first African American preacher. Early on I was learning the power of the preached Word!

On Tuesday night I attended Boy Scouts in the basement of the church. In 1977 the church sponsored a special ceremony to celebrate my receiving the Eagle Scout award. Wednesday nights were known as “Family Night at Grace” where we all gathered for a common meal and then went to small groups for Bible study or special classes, like woodcarving, for enjoyment and enrichment. Youth group was on Friday night and the weekend frequently involved boarding a bus to go on a retreat, a camping trip or some other outing. My family also owned a cabin at Camp Glisson, a United Methodist campground located in the North Georgia mountains, where we spent many weekends playing in Cane creek and building great memories as a family. However, we always drove back to Atlanta late Saturday night so that we wouldn’t miss Sunday morning worship at Grace to hear the preaching of Dr. Sam Coker! As kids we sometimes resisted going out for Sunday night service. So my Dad established another family tradition. On the way to church we would stop by the corner store a few blocks from church and we could each pick out a roll of ring shaped mints known as LifeSavers. The five flavor rolls were my favorite. My mother and dad always got the Mint-O-Green. If the sermon went on a bit long, my dad would give us the nod and we would quietly slip one out and eat it during the service. I probably had a LifeSaver mint in my mouth when I was formally confirmed in the church and received one of those beautiful new RSV Bibles in 1971!

The world has changed quite a bit since those years. However, looking back, I realize that in a hundred different ways my parents were giving us a love for the church. We were learning that the church is a life saver. It is a place to hear God’s Word, to receive the grace of Christ and the means through which Christ equips and sends his people forth as his ambassadors to a lost world. Yes, the church is a life saver – I still believe it today. Asbury Theological Seminary must never forget that we are first and foremost a servant of Christ and his Church.

The church was always at the center of my life. Grace United Methodist church in Atlanta has a tradition of the entire congregation coming forward to kneel and pray at the altar at the end of the Sunday night service. My parents had met at the altar of Grace as youth in 1951 during the ministry of Dr. Charles Allen. In 1960, my parents brought me as a baby back to that same altar where I was baptized by Dr. Cecil Myers. In fact, years later, when Dr. Myers preached a revival service at the Nacoochee United Methodist church where I pastored, he told me that I was the first child he had baptized at Grace church. I also grew up an avid Boy Scout, and troop 444 was sponsored by Grace United Methodist church. I also belonged to the Youth group and sang – or tried to sing – in the youth choir. The youth choir was the third choir I had sung in after the cherub choir and the carol choir. I was one of those children who stood in the cherub choir waving at my parents while we were supposed to be singing All Things Bright and Beautiful.

Sunday morning and night we worshipped as a family. I can still remember the grandeur of the sanctuary; the massive pipe organs, the beautiful stained glass windows, helping to pass the massive gold offering plates with velvet bottoms, my mother’s earnest prayers, and the quiet hush which came over us when we entered the sanctuary. My mom and dad always made sure that we sat in a particular transcept of the sanctuary known as the “Amen Corner.” I was the third of three sons and I well remember my dad teaching us how to shine our shoes on Saturday night, making sure that we used the “brown” brush for brown polish and the “black” brush for black polish. Sunday morning we all dressed up in full three-piece suits (which were annually purchased in preparation for Easter Sunday) and faithfully lined up in the bathroom so our dad could slick our hair down with Bryl Cream (remember, “a little dab will do ‘ya!”). My Dad loved great preaching. He was always talking about good sermons he had heard, often on these huge reel-to-reel tapes we had purchased. Sometimes, he would take us to hear a good sermon in neighboring churches. One time we even went down to historic Auburn Avenue, just a few blocks from the boyhood home of Martin Luther King, Jr. to the Wheat Street Baptist church and heard our first African American preacher. Early on I was learning the power of the preached Word!

On Tuesday night I attended Boy Scouts in the basement of the church. In 1977 the church sponsored a special ceremony to celebrate my receiving the Eagle Scout award. Wednesday nights were known as “Family Night at Grace” where we all gathered for a common meal and then went to small groups for Bible study or special classes, like woodcarving, for enjoyment and enrichment. Youth group was on Friday night and the weekend frequently involved boarding a bus to go on a retreat, a camping trip or some other outing. My family also owned a cabin at Camp Glisson, a United Methodist campground located in the North Georgia mountains, where we spent many weekends playing in Cane creek and building great memories as a family. However, we always drove back to Atlanta late Saturday night so that we wouldn’t miss Sunday morning worship at Grace to hear the preaching of Dr. Sam Coker! As kids we sometimes resisted going out for Sunday night service. So my Dad established another family tradition. On the way to church we would stop by the corner store a few blocks from church and we could each pick out a roll of ring shaped mints known as LifeSavers. The five flavor rolls were my favorite. My mother and dad always got the Mint-O-Green. If the sermon went on a bit long, my dad would give us the nod and we would quietly slip one out and eat it during the service. I probably had a LifeSaver mint in my mouth when I was formally confirmed in the church and received one of those beautiful new RSV Bibles in 1971!

The world has changed quite a bit since those years. However, looking back, I realize that in a hundred different ways my parents were giving us a love for the church. We were learning that the church is a life saver. It is a place to hear God’s Word, to receive the grace of Christ and the means through which Christ equips and sends his people forth as his ambassadors to a lost world. Yes, the church is a life saver – I still believe it today. Asbury Theological Seminary must never forget that we are first and foremost a servant of Christ and his Church.