Today is Father's Day and it is hot here in middle Tennessee. I forgot today that I am a Father, too. I guess its hard for me to put myself in the same category as my Dad. He is the finest man I have known. He taught me what it means to love people and he did it mostly with his mouth closed. I have learned this is the best kind of teaching, words spoken by a life of action, a silent sermon.
Recently, my Father went on a mission to learn more about his Father. He brought a video camera along and interviewed him asking eight questions in honor of his recent 80th birthday. At his birthday party he played the finished film for him and the rest of the family. It was a moving experience to say the least. I sat there humbled by the stories and the tears of my Grandpa. I felt so grateful to be a part of such a rich history of mighty men.
So, today sipping my sweet tea at lunch, flipping through the Sunday paper, I came across this article entitled "Eight questions for my old man." I immediately recognized the faces and knew the story by heart. I was humbled once again and praying over dinner I thanked God for my Dad and prayed that I would be like him in the coming years, that I would continue the legacy. Somehow, I feel that prayer is being answered everyday now and it brings me to tears to think about it.
Below is a link to the interview and parts of the video. I hope it blesses you as it has me.
http://www.tennessean.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080615/FEATURES01/806150314&referrer=FRONTPAGECAROUSEL
