Reflecting on my Dad, my first Discipler

Today, I pay tribute to my Dad and what he taught me in words and actions. He loved his Lord, his family, his church.

He was the example of Deuteronomy 6:6,7 “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might. And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down and when you rise.”

Dad, here are some things I remember from you.
You always loved unconditionally. I cannot think of a time that you grumbled or complained or spoke negative. Your attitude was one of Christ Jesus.
You gave because you believed it was the right thing to do. I was around 8 years old at the time and a young man came to our house selling encyclopedias. We most likely did not have the extra money, but you bought them because you knew I would need them and because you knew that young man needed to make a sale. If that wasn’t enough, you invited him in for dinner and then you took him to church with us that night. Both he and I saw Jesus in you as you showed kindness.
You stuck up for your friends, your family even if you did not always agree with
them. Your brothers and your only grandson could be a handful, but they always knew you loved them and would tell them what you thought. You saw some good in them and believed that they would be okay. You showed them courage.
When my uncle died, I watched how you supported my two cousins, went to their
ballgames, would talk about their Dad with them and showed them about making wise choices. You gave your time.
The day we found out you had cancer. Your first words to the doctor “Try what

you think is best, but it’s okay. I’m going to see Jesus. Do you know Jesus?"  Over and over you shared your faith, even in pain and discomfort and without complaining. You demonstrated faith.

And last, the night you met Jesus. I had the privilege of being right there with
you. I will never forget the moment I leaned over and told you it was alright. You could go home, you had fought a great fight. You were very loved. You last act of encouragement was when I saw the tear fall from your eye. I knew you wanted to see Jesus but you loved us so. You were right with God.

Thank you Dad for being the first person to disciple me. I want to be like you!

Posted by Kiley Ham at 7:16 PM
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