The Battle of Point Pleasant

Hi! Dr. Bob here.

Street sign at Point Pleasant
Street sign at Point Pleasant
Point Pleasant monument
Point Pleasant monument

On October 10, 1774, my great, great, great, great grandfather died.

O.K., that’s a lot of “greats,” but there’s a “great” story behind his death on that day in October.

For American history buffs, October 10, 1774 was the date of the Battle of Point Pleasant, which occurred in present-day West Virginia, along the east bank of the Ohio River. My ancestor, Ensign Jonathan Cundiff, was a Colonial rifleman from Bedford, Virginia: he was killed in action during the battle with the Shawnee and Mingo Indians. Cundiff’s name is on the plaque at the base of the obelisk.

My wife and I had the opportunity to visit the battle site, and see the obelisk raised in honor of the fallen. My ancestor’s name is among the soldiers who died in battle.

According to the State Park’s website, “Here at the confluence of the Kanawha and Ohio Rivers, the bloody, day-long Battle of Point Pleasant was fought. On October 10, 1774, Colonel Andrew Lewis’ 1,100 Virginia militiamen decisively defeated a like number of Indians lead by the Shawnee Chieftain Cornstalk.” Their website is

Under the leadership of Captain Thomas Buford, a contingent of soldiers from Bedford County, Virginia came to join Lewis’ militia. My ancestor was with that group from Bedford County. According to historical records the Bedford officers were the following: Thomas Buford, Captain; Thomas Dooley, Lieutenant; Jonathan Cundiff, Ensign; Nicholas Mead, Sergeant; John Fields, Sergeant; Thomas Fliping, Sergeant; William Kenedy, Sergeant. Under their leadership, 47 other Virginia militiamen followed. The names of all these brave soldiers from Bedford, Virginia are on another monument in their honor outside the Bedford Courthouse.

A summary of the battle can also be found on Wikipedia, at

There has been discussion for more than a century about this battle being part of the Revolutionary War. The U.S. Senate once honored the battle as such, with a bill. The House of Representatives did not follow the Senate’s lead in commemorating the battle as a Revolutionary War incident.

It’s interesting to note that both Ohio and Virginia Sons of the American Revolution (SAR) have honored the battle site. Two websites I found are and

Jonathan Cundiff’s son, Isaac, was not at the battle, but subsequently joined the Revolutionary War effort as a soldier. Isaac’s enlistment records allowed me to become a SAR member.

September 11: If I knew

September 11, Patriot’s Day

Hi, Dr. Bob here.

On September 11, 2001, I went to chapel at Clearwater Christian College, where I have taught since 1996. Like every other Tuesday and Thursday morning that semester, I was prepared for the debate class after chapel.

Little did any of us know what was happening while we were in chapel. As chapel ended, we heard the announcement of the planes flying into the trade towers, and the death and destruction which followed.

I thought of an old friend who worked across the street from the towers years ago, whom I visited before the towers were built. I wzs glad he had moved to another state years before the attack.

I was concerned about friends and family who worked in NYC, and was happy when I learned they had not been harmed.

But thousands of people died; thousands of families have grieved for the last eleven years. I thought of the national grief that was beginning that day, that hour.

Close to tears, I went to class–a small group of communication students studying debate. We didn’t study debate that day; instead we talked, wept and prayed. Quite similar to my September 11 activities every year since, though the initial pain and grief has moderated, but will never go away.

The attack on the USA on 9/11 was our generation’s Pearl Harbor. Our lives and country have never and will never be the same.  As my parents lived through Pearl Harbor, we have lived through 9/11. And life has not been the same.

So today I’m celebrating Patriot’s Day. I’m wearing my stars and stripes flag tie and my Sons of the American Revolution pin. I went to chapel. Wept and prayed. And got ready for my next class. And I pray that there will never be another day like 9/11 that America has to go through again.

There’s not a lot that any of us can do. Comfort and encourage those who still mourn. Love and thank God for our country and try to improve it. We can make sure we never forget, and communicate to those who were too young to know what happened to our country on September 11, 2001.

We can let others know the true values that make the United States a great county. That we must fight to keep it free, to defend freedom of speech, freedom of worship–even freedom of the press.

God bless the USA.

Copied from my old friend Dr. Bob Griffin’s website,

[Written by a widow of the 9.11 Islamic sneak attack on the US in New York and Washington DC, I thought this fitting to share today.  Not humor, nor meant to be.  9.11 will never just be “another” September day.]


If I knew it would be the last time that I’d see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for just one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I’d hear your voice lift up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute to stop and say “I love you,” Instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, When I was sure you’d have so many, I wouldn’t have just let this one slip away.


Hi, Dr. Bob here.

Conversations, in the field of communication, fit nicely into a category called interpersonal communication. Different than public speaking, communicating in groups, or interpretive speech,   interpersonal communication starts with face-to-face communication with a small number of people, maybe two or three. But effective interpersonal communication is much more than just two or three people having a conversation.

There’s an interesting discussion, from a business point of view, at the following link:

This article quotes another author who says that “interpersonal communication occurs not when you simply interact with someone, but when you treat the other person as a unique human being” (Beebe, Beebe, & Redmond, 2002).

The University of Northern Iowa article says that building trust is at the core of effective interpersonal communication, giving four specific areas to build trust:

  • Consistency, meaning that we should be “steady,” or “predictable”
  • Communication, when, for example, we tell others ahead of time about problems before they are surprised by them
  • Commonality, where we focus on things that we have in common
  • Cooperation, which is having a spirit of “good-natured” interdependence

It’s so easy in conversations with others, to focus on problems, negative thoughts, complaints about government, or work. Of course we’ve never focused on these things ourselves, but we’ve heard others focus on the negative.

The Bible says, “I will tell of the kindnesses of the LORD, the deeds for which he is to be praised, according to all the LORD has done for us . . . .” (Isaiah 63:7)

Whatever our walk of life, whether teaching, being a student, a parent, a brother or sister, or a friend, we will improve our conversation skills when we focus on the “kindnesses of the LORD.” It’s hard to complain when we have a thankful heart.

What Red Skelton told me about being nervous

It’s hard to believe that forty years have passed since I started teaching students how to improve their speaking skills. I’ve seen many students work on their speeches and, with nervous anticipation, get up and speak.

One of the biggest problems they have is nervousness—how to get over it.  You could try a few drops of Newton’s Homeopathics #32 Stage Fright. But I have a better idea.

I tell my students, don’t work at trying to get over your nervousness; use that excitement, that anticipation, to try to communicate with energy to your audience.

The biggest remedy for nervousness is to practice ahead of time, at least a half-dozen times or more. That way you’ll know the ideas you want to get across to your audience.

Years ago, I heard the actor and comedian Red Skelton in a radio interview, saying how anxious he was when he first started on live television, after a long career in film. He was so nervous, he said, that he had a bucket on both sides of the set; he would go off-stage and throw up between scenes. A few years later, I had the chance to meet Red Skelton, in a Minneapolis hotel lobby. He was going to perform at the University of Minnesota the next day.

I asked him how he got over his nervousness. He said, simply, know your material. The more he knew what was in the scene, the more he practiced it, the less nervous he was.

Now, I’m not talking about memorizing your speech—that’s way too hard, and completely unnecessary. Once you’ve gotten the main points down in an outline, reduce the outline to speaking notes—key words, short phrases. No manuscript, no complete sentences. Then practice as many times as you can, a dozen times is not too many, using the key word/phrases speaking notes. Don’t worry about saying it the same way each time. Use different words each time you practice—just concentrating on the ideas. Then have a conversation with your audience, talking about those ideas.

I think it works.

Touch in Communication

Hi! Dr. Bob here.

You’re probably familiar with the old poem by Myra Brooks Welch, “The Touch of the Master’s Hand,” about an old violin whose value went up when a great violinist played it. I don’t have space to print it all here, but here’s a link:

The poem ends, “But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul and the change that is wrought by the touch of the Master’s hand.”

Communication theory emphasizes the importance of touch in nonverbal communication. Lee Hopkins has a short article which may help with some background:

Nonverbal communication experts talk about negative touch, positive touch, power in touching (here’s a good summary: Touch is, of course, very powerful, and should be used well and wisely.

One of the beautiful things about touch is the use of it to express love and friendship. My dear mother-in-law Edith, 94, is a wonderful Christian woman. She was quite sick in the fall of 2009. She missed three months of meals in the dining hall of her retirement complex, where she had sat with her friends for almost 14 years. Many of her old friends were missing her, I could see. Just before Christmas, my wife and I went with her to her first meal, after a nearly three month’s absence from the dining hall.

How wonderful it was to see Edith’s friends come to greet her, shaking her hand, giving her a touch or squeeze on the shoulder or arm, or maybe a brief hug. The handshakes were more than that, as they held hands with her for a few seconds longer, welcoming mother back to the meals, which they had enjoyed together with her for many years.

“Helen Keller, famous blind author, once wrote that she could tell a lot about a person by just a handshake.” An article in “Fellowship,” Vol. 2 #128, continues that “it has been proven over the years that people who lack one sense often compensate through the other senses. Without doubt, the greatest hands of history are those nail-pierced hands of Jesus Christ. What an experience for “doubting Thomas” when the Lord said to him, “Reach here your finger and see my hands; and reach here your hand, and put it into my side; and be not unbelieving, but believing.’” (John 20:27)


Hi, Dr. Bob here.

A common expression I’ve heard often is, “I hear you.”

The idea that strikes me every semester, when I teach Fundamentals of Communication, is the huge gap that exists between hearing, and listening. Have you ever thought about that?

If our ears are working properly, we can’t escape hearing many things. I hear the I-Tunes radio playing music right now, people walking by in the hall outside my office, somebody next door in the yearbook office whose desk hit the wall slightly. I have the added “advantage” of having tinnitus, so I hear a constant high-pitched frequency, similar to the sound we get sometimes from the older florescent light tubes.

Now I hear all of those things. But I had to separate each one of them and specifically listen, to be able to identify what the sounds were.

When I was young, my mother would say, “Bobby, are you listening to what I’m saying?” She wasn’t asking me if I heard her; she was asking me if I understood what she said, and was paying attention to her.

Successful listening begins with actively focusing our attention on the subject at hand. The pastor’s sermon, the teacher’s lecture, the map that will get us to our destination—all deserve active attention on our part. The magnifying glass can enlarge an image so that we can see it, when it’s in focus. It can also take the sun’s rays and focus them on a leaf, to cause it to burn—when it’s in focus. So our attention to what we hear causes us to listen more effectively.

I learned many years ago, that if I wanted to have a successful marriage, when it came to listening to the television, or my dear wife who had come in to ask me a question, that the TV had to go off, or at least on mute, and my attention needed to focus on what my wife was saying. It makes for a good marriage, better friendships, a better family life, and even better grades in school.

An old English nursery rhyme says,

“A wise old owl sat on an oak; the more he saw the less he spoke;

The less he spoke the more he heard; why aren’t we like that wise old bird?”

Active focusing of our attention is the most effective way to begin to improve the first half of our communication skills, that is, listening.

Jim and Jake

An old college and seminary friend of mine, James Lutzweiler, visited campus, resurfacing in my life after four decades. Jim’s an amazing person, with a world of experiences and gifts—a scholar, archivist, writer, storyteller, and the list could go on. We spent a few hours together during two days; we’re both looking forward to getting together in the future, but not waiting another forty years.

Jim told me an amazing story about an opportunity he had to witness—one of the reasons, no doubt, God gave us the gift of communication. I am thrilled to be able to share his story with you, in Jim’s own words.

“I am reminded of my late communist friend, Jake Cooper. (One can read a bit about him by googling ‘Jake Cooper Trotsky’).

Jake and I lived in the same town of Chaska, Minnesota, for many years, and we used to lunch together and talk reality. If you can believe in oxymorons, Jake was a millionaire communist – well, I never really saw his bank statement but he owned a large grocery store in town. Let’s just say that he was better off than most communists.

Jake had been a bodyguard of Leon Trotsky back in 1940. In fact, he was in Mexico with Trotsky when Trotsky was assassinated. I used to tease Jake that he didn’t do a very good job, and he countered with the fact that he was off duty that day.

In all events, one day I took Jake to lunch for the express purpose of asking him to abandon his vision of Trotsky’s utopia and to commit himself to the Kingdom of Jesus. He took my invitation very graciously but declined to do so because, as he put it, ‘I cannot believe in the resurrection.’ I asked him why he could not. He replied that there was no evidence for it.

Then I asked Jake what happens to a man when he dies. He replied, ‘Your lights go out and that’s it.’ Assuming that unlike us believers all good Marxists had marshaled strong scientific evidence for their beliefs, I asked him what his evidence was for that point of view. He paused for a moment and then replied, ‘Good point. I don’t have any.’ I suggested that he get some, as he needed evidence for his view just as I did.

I wish I could say that this utopian friend of mine had accepted my invitation. It is possible that he did after I moved away and lost track of him until I heard that one day he simply dropped dead in his fishing boat. I hope he was still pondering our talk that day. I know that one of his children was a believer.

I am still soberly pondering something Jake told me that day. He was sixty-seven years old at the time of my invitation and had lived in Chaska all his life. He said quite gratefully, ‘You are the first person in sixty-seven years to ask me to become a Christian.’ At the time there were at least a dozen churches in town and maybe two dozen. I am staggered at that revelation and often muse about what kind of opium those churches are on. I don’t want any of it mixed with the brand I snort.

What is troubling is 67 years old and first time . . . .”

Jim’s story also appeared in The Biblical Evangelist

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