My dad has done more great things in his life than any person I know, and he's the least likely to tell you about it. When a kid in town hasn't seen much of the world, my dad is the one who will take him to a Major League baseball game. When a boy is embarrassed that he doesn't have a car in which to take his date to the prom, my dad will loan him his. When the elderly ladies in the church want to see the Christmas lights, my dad warms up the van. When a friend is hurt, or lost, or even dying, my dad will sit with him and, in his quiet way, share about the Truth that set him free. When a pastor needs a friend, a kid needs a father, or a friend needs an ear, they all come to the same place....my dad.
I could write many more blog posts (and probably will) about what all can be accomplished with a heart as humble and willing as my dad's. But for today I'll just savor the pride that comes from announcing to the Blogworld what I've known all along: my dad is a hero.
Happy birthday, Dad. I love you.
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