102 years ago, my father was born (December 29, 1918). In the little village of Kindersley!
And the stars shone bright – perhaps. It was a rather holy night – at least for those of us who follow legacy and example.
My father would not have considered himself a king (in case you were wondering, the first few lines of this blog mimic a song called “Birthday of a King”).
Dad was humble.
He was not a celebrity, although those around him liked him very much.
He was not an intellectual academic, although he was a bit of a genius in the whole area of math and physics.
He was not a contractor, although he built and renovated houses over the years.
He was not a super dad, although he provided well for his children and left us memories that have lasted for decades.
There is much more could be said, and I have said much more in the past.
Thanks, dad, for your example – not least of which is being a godly man who loved Jesus, his family and those he brought into his life.