When I was eight years old I came home from school to see my dad’s truck at the house. The bed of his 56 Ford pickup was full of boxes, and none of them contained anything of mine. My dad was leaving. And he wasn’t taking me with him. Those two statements shaped the course of my life from that moment forward. Everything I have done since that time, in one way or another, goes back to that afternoon. My roles as husband, father, pastor, teacher and even boss are shaped, for better and worse, by my dad’s decision to leave his family behind and go forward to greener pastures.
The Difference A Dad Makes
The Difference A Dad Makes
The Difference A Dad Makes
When I was eight years old I came home from school to see my dad’s truck at the house. The bed of his 56 Ford pickup was full of boxes, and none of them contained anything of mine. My dad was leaving. And he wasn’t taking me with him. Those two statements shaped the course of my life from that moment forward. Everything I have done since that time, in one way or another, goes back to that afternoon. My roles as husband, father, pastor, teacher and even boss are shaped, for better and worse, by my dad’s decision to leave his family behind and go forward to greener pastures.