I've been reflecting a lot lately on the story of me and my dad.
How it is that 5 years ago we barely spoke more than 3 words to each other and now 5 years later when i call him he is one of the most sweet, caring, and adoring men i have ever known. Something changed in him.
My siblings and i could tell you that my father was not so kind to us when we were children, he was not so affectionate, not so careful of our thoughts and feelings, he seemed to have only one agenda when we were kids and that was to get rid of us.
So then it would come of no surprise to others why it was so hard for me to desire a deeper relationship with this man who seemed to not ever want one with us. But something changed in me my sophomore year of college and god really struck a cord in my heart about what this whole Christianity thing is all about..love. Loving those that are hard to love.
My dad was a very and even continues to be a man a times very hard to love...but as i think about it aren't we all? Don't we all have those times when we screw up majorly the relationships around us..none of us are perfect...but God still chose to love us and that inspires me to love those like my father.
I remember when my dad came up Springdale to visit me while he was still living in southeast corner of Arkansas..and i remember when he actually came to visit Vintage (that was the first time in my entire 9 years of salvation that my father went to church with me.) I specifically remember 2 things about that weekend...
1..When were at a pizza joint eating and he was drinking a beer and he said to me...I constantly feel like I've got to go somewhere...and i asked him what he thought it was he was looking for and he said.." I don't know"
2. About Vintage Fellowship "That wasn't bad at all."
So Vintage how does it feel to not be "bad at all"
I think one of the most interesting adventures i have had in this journey of walking with Jesus is the adventure i found in loving my dad.
So, who do you need to keep loving even when the person is hard to love?
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Myself.
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