(Note: This was originally posted as private, but now that almost a year has gone by, I post it for the extended family.)
Dad’s passion for the lost…
“Dancing” down the street in overalls & a wheelbarrow full of water bottles, tracts, & a boombox blaring kid’s songs as we invited kids to the park for our outreach/VBS the last summer. He was 60 years old, but lead the pack! We also had whistles & horn blowers – we were trying to get he kids out.:)
Going door to door in the neighborhood Dad grew up in for hours putting flyers on doors telling about our new church, talking to those we could. That is one of my most precious memories with my dad. He took one side of the street & I took the other. His stubby legs could really move! I had to book to keep up with him! He was six footish, but mostly torso. BUT, he’d also been in THE marching band (tbdbitl) & never got over the high step in his walk. We stopped for a cold pop at the gas station when we were almost through for a quick break. Sweet memories of sitting in that beat up old truck, tired but happy, chatting & sipping together.
Dad wearing that bee costume for visitor day. Dad was very particular about his hair, but he was the only one willing to wear that thing that day. Afterwards, we had pizza & he sat getting all the info (name, address, etc.) while his hair was all crazy & didn’t say a word. I know that sounds stupid, but love him for that! If you know Dad, that was his heart right there shining for all to see!
Making the frog voice for the children at the park. He enjoyed children. He & Mom were taking care of the children for us the Wednesday night before he died. There were what, eleven little ones? The oldest was seven & the rest were four & under! But they did it & had great plans for those little ones each week. That last week, the boys were out with Dad in the garage revving up their three-wheeled trikes & Dad had made a track for them, complete with music & a target rigged up for them to hit every time they got up to the top of the little ramp. Dad also took care of the babies the whole last year at church on Wednesday nights for us. What other pastor do you know that does that? He watched five little babies for two hours every Wednesday night while we had Kids Club & prayer meeting to give us time to bond as couples & the older kids to learn.
Years of Dad & Mom leading the VBS. Dad always wearing the crazy wig & getting out the “binoculars” made of two glass pop bottles duct taped together with google eyes on the end.
Prayer meeting held at incredibly early hours for the lost! When I was in high school, Dad started an early morning prayer campaign to reach our church’s neighborhood. For several weeks we met at the church at 6 am if I remember right. It was Mom, Dad, me, my little brothers, an older couple, and one little family with two baby boys. Then there were the church plant early morning prayer meetings. We had to find a time all could meet without running into schedule problems.
The prayer notebooks, earnestly filled out to pray for individual lost all around us & strategically show God’s love to them. Dad was very purposeful & intentional about life.
Christmas caroling in the neighborhoods together, giving out candy canes & Christmas cards to those who had visited our church or come to one of our outings (steak dinner, free movie tickets, movie night at the church, small groups, park VBS, etc.)