Inside Steve Stratford's Head

Steven Joseph Stratford, the director for institutional research at Maranatha Baptist Bible College and a pioneer in integrating computers into church ministry, died on Saturday in Watertown, Wis. He was 52.

Dr. Stratford was diagnosed with a brain tumor soon after the start of the fall semester in 2008, leading to a lengthy illness, surgery, and then the “quiet and graceful” exit he prayed for, surrounded by family who sang to him on the way Home.

“Let me state without a moment’s hesitation that having a brain tumor is not a good thing,” Steve wrote on his blog last October. “Brain tumors are ugly and nasty and virulent, and they kill people. They rank up there with guns and pit vipers. Sorry, I do not relish the thought of dying of a brain tumor!”

Wait, Steve—tell us what you really think!

And he did, marking the final year of his life with the same consistent testimony that characterized his entire ministry. “I am not afraid to pass into eternity; I will be glad to go home to be with the Lord,” Steve said. “Please do not ‘promote me to glory.’ I think that phrase is so hokey! I want it to be said of me that I ‘went home to be with the Lord,’ please.”

Steve’s editorial request was honored when Maranatha wrote his obituary this week, using the opportunity to review the accomplishments of a remarkable life. Reading it, my mind slips back 25 years, to when I first met Steve.

“Hey, Mungons! You need a song to sing today?”

This was the Steve Stratford I remember, interrupting my morning, barging into Room Ten at the high school where we taught together. He proceeded to sing a verse of The Ballad of Jed Clampett in full voice, with air banjo.

Steve was smart enough to know that tunes had a way of getting trapped in my head, so he liked to wander into my classroom, plant small music bombs in my brain, then laugh when they exploded at odd moments throughout the day, as I caught myself humming.

“Hey, Mungons! Look what this can do!”

Prior to the fall of 1985, I had never touched a computer, and I had never met a technogeek evangelist quite like Steve. He sat me down in front of a Radio Shack TRS-80 Model III, showed me how to turn it on, insert a 5-inch floppy disk, and boot up the cassette drive. I wasn’t yet impressed, but Steve had a gift for connecting new technology to old ideas. More practical than trendy, he always tempered his love for computer technology with his love for mechanical oddities like the player piano he kept in his living room. (“I’ve always wanted to figure out a way to connect the two. . . . Maybe a MIDI interface. . . .”)

Steve showed me how to connect the computer to a daisy wheel printer, feed in a purple ditto master, and spit out a perfectly typed music quiz, ready to duplicate on an ancient hand-cranked ditto machine steeped with the unforgettable odor of isopropanol and methanol alcohol.

I mention these arcane details because those of us in church ministry have officially forgotten the smells and ka-chunks of the pre-computer era. But we must not forget people like Steve who prodded our movement to use the new technology, and use it right. Christian organizations like ours, where Steve and I taught and ministered, were behind. Way behind. Steve was too tactful to say this overtly, but he looked at the future with his early-adopter eyes . . . and noticed that churches weren’t yet part of the revolution.

Steve knew that Baptist fundamentalism needed to move beyond the homemade HeathKit computer he first soldered together in 1981. Awarded two graduate fellowships from the University of Michigan, Steve earned a PhD so that he could lend academic credibility to the mom-and-pop computer labs hiding in many school basements at the time.

But Steve never wanted to be a Bill Gates evangelist addressing convention halls full of consumers. Instead, Steve’s methods were much more direct: He sat an entire generation down in front of the New Gizmo and said:

“Look what this can do!”

His students took it from there. Some became successful engineers; others became pastors and missionaries. Steve was proud of them all, and proudest when the technology bombs he planted in their minds had practical applications for churches.

“Hey, Mungons! You really need a hobby!”

Steve knew I wouldn’t survive my first years teaching if I couldn’t summon the good sense to push away from the desk when it was quitting time. He tutored me slowly, nurturing me with Cindy’s homemade pizza, Star Trek reruns, and the chance to sit next to him in our church choir. Sadly, Steve never got to see how his advice flowered into my epic collection of record albums. He would have laughed at my 78 rpm turntable, hooked into a preamp, then a digital audio converter, then connected to my laptop.

Steve had a life away from his job—one that centered around his wife, Cindy, his family, and his church.

Steve and Cindy had more children than most parents would ever consider prudent, having spent their adult lives creating a home that was a warm and welcoming place to college students, younger teachers, and visitors who happened to wander through church on Sunday morning. Interestingly, Steve and Cindy did not have children of their own. They couldn’t have, really, given the hospitality and discipleship ministry God had planned for them.

Steve was preceded in death by his computer hard drive. No kidding. Three days before Steve died, his beloved Mac took an early exit, grinding to a halt with a wonderful sense of timing. No matter. Steve had the extended warranty.

“Manmade things can be repaired and replaced, but everything that exists in this sin-cursed world is terminal,” said Cindy, reflecting on the irony.

So Steve would want me to mark this occasion with another comment—one directed to his former students and mine. “When my name is called, I will not be afraid of entering eternity,” Steve once said, fully realizing that some of his students would not have this confidence. Or, maybe they had walked the walk for a while and followed the dress code, only to become spiritually disillusioned as adults.

If so, Steve still wants to ask about that extended warranty! And he wants to grab us and plunk us back down in a church pew and say, “Look what this can do!”

Like everyone who knew Steve, I feel our time together was too short—only three years, back in the 1980s, before ministries pulled us in different directions. But when I moved away, Steve wrote me a note that I still have, reminding me that the most beautiful thing we ever did was sing next to each other in church choir.

I agree, and I still have Steve’s song in my head.


Kevin Mungons is managing editor of the Baptist Bulletin and editorial director of publications for Regular Baptist Press. He has previously ministered as an associate pastor and a high school music teacher. He and his wife, Carla, have ten children and live near Chicago.

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Joel Tetreau's picture


Great tribute! May the Lord comfort the family and friends of Steve. PTL for the testimony of a life of faith, well-lived for the Master! I actually knew Steve and Cindy when I was a student at Detroit Baptist Theological Seminary back in the early 90's. I was an occasional substitute teacher at Inter-City Christian. I always enjoyed interaction with Steve when I had an opportunity. We will be praying for the Lord's comfort for the lives and ministries that our brother touched.

If we could hear from Steve, I'm sure he would encourage us to live life......."Straight Ahead!"


Dr. Joel Tetreau serves as Senior Pastor, Southeast Valley Bible Church (; Regional Coordinator for IBL West (, Board Member & friend for several different ministries;

Aaron Blumer's picture


Appreciate this, Kevin. I didn't know Steve but it sounds like I would have enjoyed knowing him if I had. I also remember the days of blue mimeographs and "home computers" that used TVs for displays and cassette recorders for data storage. Some early adopter types like Steve were very helpful to me in seminary as well.
My prayers are with his family and friends today.

Views expressed are always my own and not my employer's, my church's, my family's, my neighbors', or my pets'. The house plants have authorized me to speak for them, however, and they always agree with me.

Darren Mc's picture

Dr. Stratford was one of my favorite profs at MBBC. He was always positive, and he inspired everyone with whom he came in contact to be better in all areas, whether it be their Christian walk or their application of technology. He was more than a computer geek who paid lip service to Christianity because he taught at a Christian college. He was a Christian servant who happened to be interested in technology.

No wisdom, no understanding, and no counsel will prevail against the LORD. Proverbs 21:30

Kent McCune's picture

Thanks for this wonderful retrospective on a good man. Steve and Cindy were very faithful servants of the Lord here at Inter-City and we really appreciated them. I remember singing bass in choir with him too! I caught up with them in Watertown a few years ago and it was obvious that their service for the Lord was continuing unabated.

Kent McCune I Peter 4:11

Jerry Kolwinska's picture

Thank you Kevin for a wonderful tribute to a fine Christian and colleague. Steve is already missed here at MBBC.

Jerry Kolwinska

MKBennett's picture

I had the honor of serving with Steve in the 90's at InterCity. I admired his humility and his desire to glorify the Lord. He made an impact on many people at IC, and I'm sure the same could be said of his tenure MBBC.

Mike Bennett
Greenville, NC


Jeff Brown's picture

Thanks, Kevin, for writing this, and for giving us a better understanding of Steven Stratford.

Jeff Brown

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