Ken Stoll
You could call me somewhat of a certified nut job.
My life has been marked more by failure overshadowed by God’s grace than I dare to notice.
Becca, Lauren, and Gabe make me smile more than anything else on this planet.
Greatest fear is not realizing my dreams. Somehow, by the grace of God—my aspirations include sharing the love of God with others.
Best asset is my ability to stick with something.
Passion is writing about Jesus.
Plans include re-marrying some day and not screwing up another woman’s life.
Favorite thing in my wardrobe are my faded Old Navy button fly jeans.
First memory is feeding my little sister a can of tuna fish and making a mess.
Worst memory is my divorce.
Cherished memories are too many to recount.
Strange suspicion is that pine trees are superior to all other trees.
When I’m not at home you’ll find me at the bookstore.
Hobby I do much too little of is golf.
Darkest secret is none of your business.
Weakness is a woman with brown eyes.
Fatal attraction is pilsner, lager, and ale.
Fantasy interview would be with Martin Luther the reformer.
Biggest frustration is my ego and hesitancy in trusting God to change me.
Concern is for the forgotten and tossed aside.
But I do not account my life of any value nor as precious to myself, if only I may finish my course and the ministry that I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God. –Acts 20:24
Feel free to reach me at kstoll1169@yahoo.com
I did some research and there are approximately 18 million women in the midwest with brown eyes…good luck.
Dear Ken,
I loved reading about your first memory. I’m so glad you’re still feeding people Fish!
I, too, love writing about Jesus. I have left my teaching job to do it full time. Thank you for inspiring this aspiring writer.
Joan
First off. One winged angel, thank you for doing that research for me and for the good luck wishes (I know its taken me some time to respond, but I have been busy weeding through the 18 million you mention and all of them so far haven’t been crazy enough to take me seriously).
And Joan, I had no idea you were a writer, would love to read some of your stuff! Have you tried your hand at blogging?—I know some writers who do it quite well (and I am not talking about me).
Ken