Father’s Day Without My Father
June 19, 2015
“I don’t have a dad anymore.” Those very words popped into my head in the seconds after I found out my father had died. It took me a while to realize how
“I don’t have a dad anymore.” Those very words popped into my head in the seconds after I found out my father had died. It took me a while to realize how
“True… lengthy, but true.” I received this comment on one of my blog posts this week. The post was less than 700 words long. That’s 5 Tweets. The stranger’s sentiments worried me when I saw
I need to confess something: I don’t know what to pray today. I’m a Christian. I’m a pastor. I get it. I know all the Scripture passages. I know
My father died today. This wasn’t the first time, though. I initially lost him almost twenty months ago, and when the news first reached me it literally brought me to my
“I don’t have a dad anymore.” Those very words popped into my head in the seconds after I found out my father had died. It took me a while to realize how
“True… lengthy, but true.” I received this comment on one of my blog posts this week. The post was less than 700 words long. That’s 5 Tweets. The stranger’s sentiments worried me when I saw
I need to confess something: I don’t know what to pray today. I’m a Christian. I’m a pastor. I get it. I know all the Scripture passages. I know
My father died today. This wasn’t the first time, though. I initially lost him almost twenty months ago, and when the news first reached me it literally brought me to my