the leadership of Levi Pennington and Milo Ross, it is unlikely that George Fox
University would exist today. One would certainly want to acknowledge that many
contributed to the mission over time, but these two leaders shaped the
character and vision of the college. One can say, at the very least, that
without their leadership the mission and vision of George Fox would be quite
who love history are naturally curious about the past. We see the present and
can speculate about the future, but our primarily interest is uncovering the
layers of experience sometimes covered by years of “dust and grime” that so
often hide what may have really happened. The challenge is that when you see
“backwards” the path to the present always seems rather clear. The reality is
that when you live in the present there are many roads that may be chosen, all
with different implications for the future. Living in the moment, the future
almost always seems distant, and the many possible paths running in every direction
fade into the forest and mist of time. The Apostle Paul was so right when he
noted that, now, “We see through a glass darkly . . .”
Roger Minthorne was a George
Fox University leader.
Except for my title as
university president, Roger had just about every other leadership position and
title possible at George Fox University. He helped guide and shape his alma
mater for nearly three-fourths of a century.
He arrived on the campus of
then-named Pacific College in the fall of 1943 and started his leadership while
a student. As a junior, he was student body president in the 1945-46 school
year and then the next year served as student body treasurer. He also was
elected president of his senior class, the Class of 1947. These are just his
“major” volunteer roles, in addition to being a religious studies major. He
also found time to be advertising manager for The Crescent, the student newspaper; business manager for the L’Ami, the yearbook; and treasurer of
the Student Christian Union. For all this, as a senior, he was named to “Who’s
Who in American Colleges and Universities.”
Most everyone has heard the story of temperature change and
frogs. If you place a frog in tepid water and slowly increase the temperature
over time, it will simply be boiled to death without noticing the change. The
funny thing is that the “story” in this case is not true scientifically. Apparently,
a frog does notice when the temperature of the water changes. Nevertheless, the
myth rings true to human experience, so it has been a metaphor that has been
repeated thousands of times to illustrate how, in the midst of significant
change, humans have a tendency to operate as if the environment remains the
I suppose this may sound morbid, but when I travel abroad I enjoy visiting cemeteries. It is not because I am fond of death. Rather, I am interested in how cultures honor and think about death. The graveyards of England and Ireland are replete with Christian symbols and ancient Celtic themes. The Christian cross is ever present and communicates to the visitor the importance of the sacrifice of Christ in the redemption story. The places of the dead are almost always attached to a church (until recently), and the stones and monuments are rarely in perfect condition. Weeds, grasses and vines live amongst the tombs. I find them to be uniquely spiritual places.
Almost 40 years ago (it’s difficult to think it has been that long), my brother, uncle and a few friends spent the night on the rim of the Grand Canyon, then headed out at 7 a.m. on the Kaibab Trail for Phantom Ranch. We had one goal in mind: get to the bottom of the canyon and back out as fast as we could. It started out as somewhat of a team adventure, but by the time we came out it was clearly a race to the top. The first of us did the hike in under 10 hours, and we ran the last mile. I remember very little about that day except that, at the top, we were exhausted, sweaty and dirty, but there was a feeling of accomplishment. We conquered the canyon trails in under 10 hours! What we did not do is get a sense of the grandeur of the space we had just traversed.
My wife received a text from my daughter Tara: “You would be proud of Dad today. He was adaptable.” Of course, Tara did not send this text to me, and the only reason I saw it was because my wife chose to share it with me. Interesting. My first reaction was to think, “So I am not usually adaptable? What was so unique about this day? Which day is she talking about?!”
We are at the end of January 2019, and I am almost three weeks into my sabbatical. I continue to represent the college at presidential gatherings, but I have begun my work on Levi Pennington’s papers and have completed one of the runs on my schedule (Maui 10K)!
It is a privilege to serve at George Fox University. For generations, professors and staff have helped students prepare for a vocational calling and consistently introduced them to the life of Christ. We serve to impact students. It is what drives us to come to work each day. It is why I love what I do.
Have you ever had one of those days? My future daughter-in-law, Erin Moriki, broke her foot a few weeks ago and is in a cast. She asked Ruth and me if we could take her to a special celebration her church was hosting at the Portland State University Pavilion with Francis Chan, and we agreed to do so. After picking her up in Beaverton, we drove up 99W and had a hard time getting the navigation going. It was also raining hard. I turned on Elwert Road and was fidgeting with the windshield wipers when I almost ran into a car coming the opposite direction. Ruth screamed and noted that I should keep my eyes on the road.