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Archive for June 11th, 2007

This coming Sunday is designated for Father’s Day.  What a great day!  I probably had the best Dad in the world.  He was a man of “Steele and Velvet”.  My Dad was strong in his beliefs and convictions.  He was a preacher/teacher par excellent.  I loved Wednesday Night Bible Study.  Daddy’s teaching was incredible.  Oh yes, he could go awhile but it was always good.  The wisdom of my father astounded me at times.  I would sit and listen to him talk to young people, friends and ministers (when I was allowed to) by the hour and gleaned so much from these times.  He just made sense. 

On a more personal level:  I remember one time when I broke up with a boy that HE wanted me to break up with.  Afterward, I went to my room and laid across the bed and cried.  In a few minutes I heard a light knock on my door.  I didn’t answer because I knew it was Daddy and I thought he was going to reprimand me for crying.  However, he came on in and he just sat on the bed and put his arm on my back and then I heard him crying.  That’s when I looked up at him with tear stained cheeks and red eyes and said, “Why are you crying? You wanted me to break up with him”.  And he said, “I’m crying because I know you are hurting.”  He was just that kind of father.  How could a girl want for more? 

Daddy always was the more serious type when it came to church. He was always joyful in his worship but he didn’t want any foolin’ around in church and sometimes funny things just happen.  Why is it always more funny when you know your’re not supposed to laugh?  One time my older sister, Linda, a friend named Patsy and myself sang a song on Sunday Morning called “Things are Gonna Be Better Afterwhile”.  It was horrible!  Patsy sang the lead,  Linda, alto and I was in the rafters on tenor.  We finally made it to the end of the song and when Daddy got to the pulpit he simply said,  “I sure hope things will be better afterwhile”.  Linda was humiliated and I was laughing so hard I was crying and Patsy had the nervous giggles.  I could write a book about funny things that happen in church.  One time Daddy was preaching and he said, “I’m so glad to be in the widdle (middle) of God’s mill (will)”.  Needless to say we had a good laugh over that one. 

I loved it when I heard Daddy pray.  He sounded like he was talking to one of his friends.  When I was young we lived right across the street from the church and on many occasions I would walk over and sneak into the church or stand by his office door and listen to him pray.  I always wanted to have a walk with God like him.  It just seemed like as soon as Daddy said, “Jesus”, that He was right there.  So many times when we was about town, in a resturant etc.  Daddy would simply say, “Thank You Jesus”, ” I love you Jesus”, “Hallelujah” or “Praise God”,  and give praise to God wherever he was.  He walked with the Lord on a daily basis.  His relationship was not just a Sunday thing.  It was all the time.  He was a friend of God.

Daddy didn’t have much in this life by some standards, although we were always blessed.  But he left me a legacy that is far more precious then any amount of money, houses or lands.  Even in Daddy’s death he was preaching.  Oh, not like he use to do when he stood in the pulpit but nevertheless preaching just the same.  The nurses loved to come into his room and listen to him talk about the things of God.  I watched them as he would talk about heaven and their eyes would fill with tears.  I knew they were feeling the presence of God.  I was feeling it as well.  I remember one nurse in particular that came into the room and you could tell she was a little frazzled.  I said, “Are you okay”?  And she said, “Oh it’s just been a rough day.  I love to come into Mr. Layne’s room because it is always so peaceful in here”.  Yes, I would say he was preaching, even on his deathbed.  There is a peace of God that passes all understanding that comes with a life that has been completely sold out to Him. 

Daddy passed from this life on April 5, 2004.  I am so blessed to have had such a Godly, loving father.   

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