Remembering Steven Glenn Gates

Today, August 3, is Steve's birthday. Steve was larger than life in his living and his love for his family. That twinkle in his eye as well as his million-dollar grin, and booming voice were classic Steve Gates qualities. Anyone who knew him very well was quite aware that the first time he met Barbara Jean Clark she had his heart lock, stock, and barrel. Prior to Steve's death, Barbara and I collaborated on the article below. It was originally published in Mature Living in March of 2010.

Steve's 1st Grade Photo from
1957-1958 when he attended
 Liberty Elementary in Ponca City.

The Hearing Aid with a Tooth Mark

by Barbara Clark Gates as told to Bernadean Gates

 We had endured some trying years. My husband, Steve, was diagnosed with a brain tumor in the fall of 2003. He had recuperated rapidly and responded to the therapy, for which we gave God the glory.

Then, in February 2004, our oldest son was killed in a car wreck. God sustained us during that crushing time through the prayers of our church family and friends. Steve and I were especially strengthened by people who had also experienced the death of a child. These parents empathized with our grief-stricken state and understood the dark path we were suddenly treading.

Steve and Clark Gates  - taken when
the family lived in Missouri.

In 2007, during a routine check-up, we learned that Steve's tumor was aggressively growing, and surgery was strongly recommended, exactly the same medical progression we faced just a few years earlier. This time the surgery was followed by six weeks of radiation and chemotherapy treatments. Every day after work, we made the 90-minute drive into Tulsa, Oklahoma, for Steve's treatments.

One of the most annoying side effects was the deterioration in Steve's hearing. Steve had worn a hearing aid for many years, but now, even with his device, he could not hear his grandchildren or engage in meaningful conversation. How stifling this was for my gregarious husband who loved nothing better than entering into a lively conversation!

I arranged for Steve to be evaluated in an effort to find some type of hearing aid to assist his debilitated hearing. I was elated to discover the clinic had a loaner Steve could try before we spent nearly $3, 000 for the new aid.

One day I arrived home from work to learn Steve had lost the loaner hearing aid while working in the pasture. Isn't this the proverbial needle in a haystack? I mused to myself. Inwardly, I bemoaned the cost of replacing the lost loaner as well as paying for the new one we had ordered. I went to God in prayer, seeking His miraculous intervention in a seemingly, hopeless situation.

The following Sunday, our daughter, Joni, and her two daughters pulled into the driveway after attending church. As she approached our rural home, she heard an unusual sound. She questioned me about the source of that strange noise, saying optimistically, "It could be Dad's hearing aid."

I replied that it was probably a locust. I was unwilling to allow any hope of locating the hearing aid to be raised, only to be dashed by the stark reality of the unlikelihood of finding something so small in our spacious yard. After all, why would it be out on the lawn when Steve had lost it in the pasture? I thought. Haven't we diligently combed over the property already?

Nevertheless, I stopped to listen and immediately recognized the unmistakable sound I had heard so often- the squeal of a hearing aid turned to a high volume.

Joni and I began a humorous version of "Marco Polo" in a collaborative effort to locate what we could only dare to hope was the lost hearing aid. To our astonishment, there in the front yard, almost in one of my flower beds, was the loaner hearing aid with very little damage other than a dog's tooth mark. What were the chances that our black Labrador retriever would turn on the hearing aid and carry it from the pasture to our front yard so it could be easily heard and found?

Joni turned to my 3-year-old granddaughter and said, "Tell Nana about your lesson in children's church."

Pretty, little Mattie glibly piped up, gazing into my eyes, "Nana, pray, pray, pray!"

I gave God all the glory for miraculously using our gentle family dog to solve a demoralizing problem in our already stressed lives.

God challenges His people in Philippians 4:6-8 "Don't worry about anything, but in everything, through prayer and petition with thanksgiving, let your requests be made know to God."

Often if families are attentive and open, God instructs several generations in His ways just as He did that Sunday for Joni, Mattie, and me. Those God-engineered experiences provide faith-building moments that endure throughout family members' lives, reaping eternal rewards.

Steve as a toddler at the water pump
used by Edmund, Sr. and Mamie Gates
 on their farm until the 1960s.