Need Hope…For Your Dad?
This weekend I took my family on a road trip, and we attended a surprise party…a birthday party for my dad’s 70th! Did you hear that? 70 years. Now that might not seem old to you, but if you knew my dad and the life he’s lived, you’d be going to this party too.
Well, it worked…his girlfriend Carol pulled off the surprise and people from all over the place (New York, Virginia, Kentucky & North Carolina) showed up to cheer my dad on. My kids loved it and so did everyone else.
The reason I was cheering was probably different than most. You see, my dad represents an awful lot to me. For all the wins and losses, successes and failures, and ups and downs through our life as a family, it’s what happened four years ago that has left an indelible mark on my life. It was the day after Easter (on my father’s birthday) that it happened. After years of praying, some important talks, going to church together here and there, and some more praying…it finally occurred.
My dad and I were sitting in my Jeep overlooking our church property. Only minutes earlier we had been driving, and he was telling me that he was proud of me. Once we stopped, I took a deep breath and explained that I was glad that he was proud of me and the way my life was turning out…that I wasn’t a thug, but instead a Pastor in a thriving church that really is trying to serve and help people. Then I did it…I told him that while I loved helping so many people find hope in Jesus, it would be my greatest honor to one day be able to lead him in making that decision for himself…to pray with him…to be there as he came to Christ humbly asking for His forgiveness and inviting Him into his heart to be his Forgiver and Leader. I told him I couldn’t wait for the day when he was finally ready to take that step.
What happened next undid me…I couldn’t even look him in the eye. We were both looking forward when I finished saying those heartfelt words. And then it happened. As I finished that last sentence, I heard the words I had been waiting to hear for 23 years. Waiting to hear them from my dad…for two+ decades of talking and praying. And then they came… “Ok, I am ready.”
I responded with my head jerking toward him and exclaiming, “REALLY???” Then we gripped hands, bowed our heads sitting there in my Jeep overlooking the church property, and my dad prayed to receive Jesus as his own Leader and Savior. I will never forget it…never.
I have confidence that God is working in the hearts and lives of His kids…lost and found kids…more than we will ever know. So I stood there on Saturday and sang happy birthday to my dad…yes, my dad turning 70 that day. But even more important…my dad turning 4 that day as he celebrated his fourth spiritual birthday.
I don’t know your dad. But just in case you have been talking with him…praying for him, just watching and waiting for the day when he will say, “Ok, I am ready,” I thought I would cheer you on. I thought I’d let you know that 23 year long-shot dads do humble themselves. I thought I’d spur you on to more prayer, more risky conversations and repeated invitations to church…to letting you know you aren’t wasting your time or your breath. It really does happen. Borrow courage and hope from me. God really is at work more than you know…even in your dad. So don’t grow weary of doing good, your work for God is never in vain (1 Cor. 15:58).
Happy Birthday Dad…I love you and I am so proud of you.






