A Living Legacy

I’m in Birmingham, Alabama, attending a National Baptist Convention (denomination I grew up in) with my dad. (I feel like singing “Sweet Home Alabama”) My dad, a retired pastor and denominational leader, is in his late seventies and has Parkinson’s disease. This is a special time for me and I am cherishing every moment. We’ve met so many people from around the country that have known my dad for many years. Today we met several families from Tucson, AZ, where my parents started a church in the 60’s (and where I was born). That church saw tremendous growth and reached hundreds for Christ. The current pastor of that church knelt down beside my dad’s wheelchair and, fighting back tears, thanked my dad for the legacy that he left.
(my Dad with Pastor Todd from South Carolina)
Another young pastor of a growing church in South Carolina, whom my dad mentored several years ago while serving as a Pastor in Smithfield, NC, thanked my dad for the impact he’s had on his life. He shared with my dad that every day that he goes to his office he thinks about my dad and thanks God for him.
I am so blessed to have a father that has been faithful to God’s call for so many years. Only Heaven will reveal the impact he’s had on others. I pray that I can continue his legacy to my generation and the next…