Keep Walking

One Man's Journey to Feed the World One Child at a Time
Chapter One


EXACTLY 211 PEOPLE worked in the Oklahoma City headquarters of Feed The Children on January 20, 2006, when most attended a weekly chapel service to hear my story about someone they’d never met. Many, in fact, didn’t know her name.

Essentially, I just repeated the words I’d spoken thirteen days earlier when I preached the funeral of Lera Maybell Jones.

She was my mom.

Close friends, including some at Feed The Children, wondered why Mom had asked me to undertake the painful act of delivering her eulogy.

“Isn’t that asking too much of Larry?” was the recurring query. “How could she ask her own flesh and blood to speak about her?”

But it wasn’t asking too much. I didn’t think so—not for the person who had shaped my formative years more profoundly than any other. And mine weren’t the last words ever spoken about her. I, along with many others, will talk about Mom's exemplary life for as long as God gives me breath.

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