That’s My Dad

A recent interview with Anne Graham Lotz on Moody Radio surprised me. She shared that her father, evangelist Billy Graham admitted that he wasn’t the most present of dads due to his call to share the love of Jesus Christ around the world. Yet Lotz said she’d rather have him than any other dad. His love for God and his family was undeniable.

With seven brothers and sisters, I never felt lonely. Of course, it wasn’t always easy getting into the bathroom when I wanted to, but I barely remember that hurting me in the least. I sure had fun growing up because of Dad.  After bath time, he would play Button Button with us on the basement stairs, and in summertime we enjoyed games like Kick the Can that Dad taught all of us including the neighbor kids. At Christmas, Dad pulled out his guitar and sat on the living room floor strumming and singing carols, and we all sang along as loud as we liked. One unusual afternoon, Mom sent Dad and me shopping for shoes. I came home wearing fancy black ones with clicky heels. I imagine Mom didn’t approve, but I wore them the whole school year. That’s my dad.  

Since Dad wasn’t uber famous I would never expect to be interviewed about him. But like Ms. Lotz, I wouldn’t trade my dad for any other.

Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there. Take time to remember your dad if he’s gone like mine is. If he’s still with you, I hope you spend precious time together.