I learned last night that my uncle, Pastor Bill Brewer, passed away. Uncle Bill was my mentor, my tormentor, my surrogate father, one of my heroes and my friend all rolled into one. It was Uncle Bill who moved my family out of an inner-city Los Angeles ghetto to Imperial Valley. He had visited my mom, seen our living conditions, and then took it upon himself to help us have a better life. I’m sure he regretted the decision at a truck stop in Indio when my pitbull Prince relieved himself on Uncle Bill’s leg. Uncle Bill was scared of Prince, and rightly so, so he just pleaded quietly for me to get my dog to quit using his leg as a fire hydrant.Uncle Bill was the second of three generations of Assemblies of God ministers in my family. To say that these two men had an impact would be as silly as saying water is wet. They were both important men in the Assemblies of God, and I am proud to say that I am, “Bill Brewer’s grandson or nephew, take your pick.” I doubt seriously that my ministry has, or ever will, compare to these two giant heroes of mine, but I am thankful for the shadow they cast upon my life.
Uncle Bill
Uncle Bill
Uncle Bill
I learned last night that my uncle, Pastor Bill Brewer, passed away. Uncle Bill was my mentor, my tormentor, my surrogate father, one of my heroes and my friend all rolled into one. It was Uncle Bill who moved my family out of an inner-city Los Angeles ghetto to Imperial Valley. He had visited my mom, seen our living conditions, and then took it upon himself to help us have a better life. I’m sure he regretted the decision at a truck stop in Indio when my pitbull Prince relieved himself on Uncle Bill’s leg. Uncle Bill was scared of Prince, and rightly so, so he just pleaded quietly for me to get my dog to quit using his leg as a fire hydrant.Uncle Bill was the second of three generations of Assemblies of God ministers in my family. To say that these two men had an impact would be as silly as saying water is wet. They were both important men in the Assemblies of God, and I am proud to say that I am, “Bill Brewer’s grandson or nephew, take your pick.” I doubt seriously that my ministry has, or ever will, compare to these two giant heroes of mine, but I am thankful for the shadow they cast upon my life.