So where does one begin to write about a foundational person in their life? I can't possibly capture the depth or the breadth of what my father meant to me or how wide of an influence he was on my complete character. But I want to capture a few thoughts before I am pulled back into the busyness of this life.
At my dad's funeral I shared a verse from The Bible that sums up my father's life from my perspective:
And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and
to walk humbly with your God. Micah 6:8b
What more could a son want of a father? I was blessed with a father who acted justly, loved mercy and walked humbly with God. I can think of no time when I saw my father treat anyone unjustly or try and work a situation for his personal gain. Rather, I witnessed him silently “do the right thing” time after time.
My father showed me mercy much more than I deserved. From wanton behavior to disrespectful rebellion, my less than stellar moments were met with compassion. Others have said it best, that his eyes radiated mercy, compassion and calmness. That's because his eyes were a window into his soul.
My dad did not try and impose his will on others. He merely sought to walk in righteousness and let his actions speak above the clamor of the rest of the world. He certainly taught me that a great man is one who walks quietly and humbly. And he was a great man. He was the most intelligent person I knew, yet he never used his keen mind in a prideful way or in any way that would belittle others.
I cling to the rarity of being raised in a home where family values were important. For having a just father and a loving mother. Where my mother and father persevered through the good, the bad and the ugly. Where my father loved and cherished my mother, and my mother honored and respected my father.
And so I will remember him, a man of highly regarded strength in humility, upheld by his righteous walk and loved by all who knew him. Oh, to be such a man as he…