My Father

Two posts in one day. I have some thoughts going through my head and I thought it would be good to put them on paper. I just received a call from my sister, Traci. She tells me that my biological father has had a severe stroke. I'm not certain he will make it through this.

My mom and dad were divorced when I was less than two years old. My mom raised me and I saw my father like maybe once a year. Once I left home it was less than that. Over the past ten to twelve years we sort of started to dialog a little bit more for a while. In the past year or so though, our converstaions have been extremely scarce.

Seeing that I am a pastor, and he has no time for God, it leaves little to talk about. I have witnessed to him on several occasions. Whenever we have a meal together, I always pray for him. He seems not too bothered by it. About eight years ago he showed up with his girlfriend for a week long visit. We endured it. It was kind of nice for my boys to get to know who their grandfather was.

The whole time mom was sick last year, and even after her death, he never called me once. That was tough. When I called him to tell him I was in town one time last year, he swore at me and handed the phone to someone else.

I guess I am just thinking, what if he dies? How will I feel? Will I go to Indiana for the funeral? Will I take the family if I do go? How can I not go??

Please keep my father, Lester in your prayers. Please also pray for me as I seek to honor my father. (Is that my answer?)