Several years ago, during my mother’s journey with heart disease, I watched my father struggle with her ever-changing circumstances. Throughout his 60 years as a pastor, he always saw patterns in life’s events. Yet, watching my mother struggle seemed to present an impassable barrier. He looked lost, a stark contrast to the confident man I knew.

At that time, his Parkinson’s diagnosis was in its early stages, but signs of his mind slowing down were evident. I tried to lighten the mood by saying, “Dad, I’ve been doing this for decades, and even I can’t keep up with all of Gracie’s medical challenges.”

Then, drawing from his wisdom, I put my hand on his shoulder and added, “Dad, you didn’t go to medical school—you went to Divinity school. Do something divine!”

Nodding in understanding, he did what he had done throughout his life: he sat down with his Bible and sought solace and guidance through the Scriptures. Holding that Bible, I watched him ponder and then pray.

I took a picture of him doing this, a picture forever imprinted on my heart—my father doing what he did best. Parkinson’s may have compromised his exceptional mind, but his spirit remains vibrant, resonating with a lifetime of studying God’s word. If you start a verse, he can finish it. If you play a hymn, he will sing along.

What more excellent example – what more extraordinary gift – could a father give? Happy Father’s Day to a remarkable man whom I am privileged to call “Dad.”

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