My earliest memories of my childhood were of traveling in the car- between hospital visits, funerals, radio broadcasts, door to door canvasing, and revivals almost every week while pastoring a church – but those times were with you–for within those very few hours each day, I had you ALL to myself. You were brilliant, tireless, fearless & brave, and my hero. Born a PK, I learned very early that I had to share you with a lot of people. But that was your calling. And no one in my close to 60 years now has ever done it better or loved their church folk more–maybe it’s because you set the benchmark so high. I love you Dad and I miss you & Mom each and every day. Happy Father’s Day!
Happy Father’s Day
