Things My Dad Taught Me

    My Dad taught me many things, while I was growing up. He taught me
how to work hard, from an early age. He taught me how to throw a
baseball, football, shoot hoops, and all the things that a growing boy should
know.
    My dad also taught me about God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. He taught
me about unconditional love, by watching him deal with other people. He
taught me about being a man of God, leaning on Jesus, and all that goes
with it.
    Don't get me wrong, my Dad was not perfect, but he was close, at least
in my eyes. He loved my mom to a fault, I knew my mom was the head of
our house, though that is not a good biblical foundation for a home. I had to
study under other Christian men, to find out how a home was supposed to
function biblically.
    My Dad knew the Bible so well, that he would invite Mormons and
Jehovah Witnesses into the house and have Bible studies with them, they
would leave with more questions than answers about their beliefs. My Dad
created a secure place for my sisters and I to find out about God and all His
wonders.
    My Dad never got into the computer age, he loved his books, some of
which I inherited. While I can use a computer, I still love to sit down, and
devour a good book. My thirst for knowledge, was created and cultivated
by my Dad. He was always willing to help me discover answers to my
questions.
    My Dad was a special man of God, he always had time for others.
    I miss my Dad and the conversations we used to have. He taught me
so many things, but the greatest thing he taught me, was to love God.