When I was in 8th grade I decided I wanted to be a youth pastor. At the time my dad was a self-employed hog farmer.
Before I could even get to college my dad beat me to my dream job and he’s been one heck of a workhorse in the Jr. High Ministry world.
You won’t find his name if you google him, he hasn’t written a book & I don’t think he’ll be making his rounds in the youth ministry-speaking circuit ever.
Bu that’s because he’s too busy working his @$$ off DOING ministry (not just talking about it), planting trees & being an awesome father/husband/man.
Nice work pops. Happy Father’s Day.
(remember when you used to run a video camera the whole time while skiing down a ski slope and yelling “SWEET!” millions of times? We’re gonna show that video at your funeral or something.)
I Don’t think I taught you to cuss “@$$” But I couldn’t be prouder of you. I was thinking of going on the speaking circuit, then I found out noone would listen to me talk for like 5 hours straight.
Thanks for the best fathers day gift ever