Good old days of ORU

My graduation was the spring of 1971. Graduation ceremonies were held in the old HRC (Health Resources Center, site of the Armand Hammer Alumni-Student Center now) and concluded with the groundbreaking of Christ Chapel. As I was walking back to the dorm with a friend, we met Oral Roberts himself and he started talking to us. He asked me about friends and relatives attending the graduation. "All my relatives are in Scandinavia and no one could come, so I'm all alone," I said, and I could feel that he sensed my sadness. With a big smile, he put an arm around me and said, "I'm here with you." That was the real Oral Roberts for me, and one of my fondest memories of my four years at ORU. Chris Sjostedt 

My graduation was the spring of 1971. Graduation ceremonies were held in the old HRC (Health Resources Center, site of the Armand Hammer Alumni-Student Center now) and concluded with the groundbreaking of Christ Chapel. As I was walking back to the dorm with a friend, we met Oral Roberts himself and he started talking to us. He asked me about friends and relatives attending the graduation. “All my relatives are in Scandinavia and no one could come, so I’m all alone,” I said, and I could feel that he sensed my sadness. With a big smile, he put an arm around me and said, “I’m here with you.” That was the real Oral Roberts for me, and one of my fondest memories of my four years at ORU.

Chris  Nystrom Sjostedt 

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  1. Doyle Pleggenkuhle said: August 19, 2015 11:51 pm

    I came as a student to ORU the fall of 1977. The Lord had spoken to my heart (an kept insisting) that I was to transfer to ORU that fall from another college. As a student at ORU, I found incredible healing spiritually, physically, mentally and emotionally while a student as I completed both my B.A. in New Testament and M. Div. degrees. Then in December of 1978 my dad, Ralph Pleggenkuhle, passed away from a sudden illness. I needed to fly back to Iowa for the funeral and take incompletes on all of my final exams. The day before I left campus for the funeral, I was on the track of the Aerobics Center and I met Evelyn Roberts (who was there exercising). We had a wonderful compassionate talk about my dad. Mrs. Roberts requested my mom’s address and sure enough, she sent my mom a most wonderful letter of sympathy the following week. This is just one of many stories of the hand of God’s blessings upon my life at Oral Roberts University from 1977-1984.