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Message from Pastor Storm

I would personally like to take this opportunity to welcome you to our services. I hope you feel welcome and enjoy the family atmosphere as we worship together.

If there is anything I can do as a Pastor, please feel free to give me a call.

Thank you,

Pastor and friend

Dale Storm

About Pastor Storm

In January of 1999, God called on me to start a Fundamental Independent Baptist Church here in Florence, Arizona. When we opened in April, the going was a struggle, but God continued to bless. Over the years, God has given us a beautiful building which we have used for his honor and glory. God has allowed us to open a Christian School in 2003 and in 2006, we opened our pre-school. We have many different ministries which people can get involved in, and everyone who attends, will leave with a blessing. I would like to give you a personal invitation to attend one of our many services.

In His Service,

Pastor and Friend,

Dale Storm

A True Story...

If your number was called...would you be ready?

It was 95 degrees on July 1, 1994, the wind was at 28 knots from the west and it was clear with a few puffy cumulus clouds in the sky. My wife, Carol, daughter Denyse and a friend were all going to fly to a wedding in Iowa.

As we drove to the airport, we talked about the weekend ahead of us. As I prepared the plane with a pre-flight and then loaded it, there was excitement in everyone's tone.

We boarded the Cessna 172 and headed for the end of the runway. I did my power up and checked for traffic. Before taking off we had a moment to pray for a safe journey mercies to our destination. I gave full throttle to the plane and the engine responded as it had always done. We used a little more runway to take off in due to the warm humid weather, but the plane took off as usual.

As we neared a wooded area just past the airport, I noticed that the air speed was going down. I lowered the nose a little to gain air speed. I looked at the vertical speed indicator; it read a decent of 300 feet per minute. I was in a flat drop. We were only about 300 feet high at the time.

Knowing it was inevitable that we were going to crash into the woods, I pulled back on the yoke to bring the nose up to slow us down as we hit the top of the trees. The plane sat on the top of the trees for an instant; then the left wing buckled and down the plane came. It felt like a roller coaster ride going over the top but the stop at the bottom was not the sudden rush back up the other hill.

As I sat strapped into the pilot seat, I heard someone screaming my name. It was Denyse who had been the first to regained conscientiousness. I could feel blood dripping from my head. I could not move my arms or legs; it was if I was totally paralyzed.

I told Denyse and her friend to get out of the plane and that they had to help Carol and I out. Her friend had a compound fracture to his right arm and was in much pain. Carol was trapped beside me and could not get out until I did. I could smell smoke and see flames coming through the firewall of the plane and I knew that it may be only minutes until the plane was fully engulfed in flames.

Denyse and her friend pulled at me but it was to no avail, my foot was caught under the instrument panel and they could not get me out. I could feel the extensive heat from the fire on my foot and was sure that would be the last time I saw my daughter. Denyse reached into the flames and twisted my ankle 180 degrees and my foot came out. Carol pushed and Denyse pulled and they were able to free me from the plane.

They pulled me about 30 feet away and I heard a loud explosion and saw a ball of fire go up through the trees. I felt I was still going to die. As I laid there on the ground, Carol, who had more extensive injuries than me, took care of me. Two verses came to my mind. One was fear not for I am with thee. Be not dismayed; for I am thy God. The other was, I will never leave you or forsake you. I knew right then that I was going to make it.

Looking at Carol, I could see that she was turning ashen color and was talking less and less. I felt helpless being an Emergency medical Technician and not being able to help someone who needed it. I prayed that God's will would be done with all of us.

It was as if the Lord sent angels to help us. It seemed only a few minutes and there were people there to help. One of the first EMTs on the scene was a good friend and asked what I needed. I told him to get the medical Helicopter. As more people arrived, I was beginning to get some feeling back into my extremities.

Carol and I were air lifted to a medical facility some 30 miles away. Carol had two collapsed lungs, 28 broken bones, a torn aorta and many cuts. The doctors worked on her for hours and many prayed for her life to be spared. God was gracious and spared her life. Though even if he had taken her, she had the assurance that to be absent from the body would be present with the Lord.

I had to have skin-graphs done to my left ankle and some rehabilitation to go through. I knew that if I would have died in that fiery plane that I would enter the gates of heaven to meet the Lord.