Today while looking for something specific on one of our bookcases, I saw this old dusty, brown leather ring binder that brought back so many memories. Memories of my daddy. Porter, the country preacher.
Memories of it sitting on his desk or propped up against other books on his bookcase.
I pulled it out and began thumbing through it. It was a textbook my dad had used when he was in seminary back in the early 1940's that remained a study book for him and place to write notes in the margins and a place to leave notes for some future sermon. It still has a strip of tape to hold it together from who knows how many years ago.
I love looking through this treasure and seeing what my intelligent and sensitive father thought was important enough to notate or highlight. I wonder about the notes written in different colors; was there a reason? Did he use red for something he thought especially meaningful, or blue because it touched him in a certain way? Or was it simply because that was the pen he had closest by on that particular day?
Oh, if I could go back 23 years before he went to be with His Lord and ask him these questions.
They would have never occurred to me back then. I was aware of the book but don't recall ever even looking inside all the years I lived with this special man of God. That may be why the few little jotted lines of an incomplete sermon outline had such an impact on me today.
Wedged between the pages of Matthew chapters 25 and 26 was a folded sheet of yellowed paper. It was folded because this is the way Dad wrote most of his notes. I'm guessing because they fit easily into his Bible for reference on Sundays. Another unasked, unanswered question.
The Bible reference was Matthew 26:6 - 13 about a woman (Mary) pouring out an expensive ointment on the head of Jesus. These are his handwritten notes:
1. She has done a beautiful thing - extravagant. Equal in value to a years wages
2. A timely thing - some opportunities never come again
3. A feasible thing - she did what she could
4. An insightful thing - "anointed my body before hand for burying". Mary believed Him! Only Mary had the sensitivity of heart to understand what was happening.
5. A memorable thing -
And that's all. I don't know if he ever preached it or if these were just thoughts and revelations as he studied. I wish I knew.
But, one thing I do know without having to ask.
My Daddy loved the Lord and knew about doing the beautiful, timely, feasible and memorable things in life. He taught us by example!
He loved unconditionally everyone he met. He gave his life unconditionally to his "Calling." He lived every day for our mother and our family.
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| Easter 1954 |
He gave what he had to bring honor and glory to the Lord who had saved him and called him into His service just as Mary had done.
Yes, there are so many things I wish I could sit down and talk to Daddy about. Dick said just this week, "Will we ever stop missing him?" No, we won't and in some ways the missing is as acute today as it was the day he died. But, I am so grateful that I know without wonder or doubt the important things my Dad taught and lived.
Oh that one day our children will sift through the things we leave behind and be as grateful that our lives reflected the Lord we served.
May all who come behind us "Find Us Faithful!"
Today's message from you strikes so close to home. My Dad was a pastor and evangelist. I treasure his written notes and sermons. But what I love so much is all the different things he would use to jot down notes anytime, any place. He kept all those little notes in a file and wrote a sermon from those. And he too, made the finished product fit inside his Bible. I also treasure his video tapes of him preaching that I have transferred to DVD. What a legacy I have to leave my grandchildren who were blessed to know him, but never heard him preach.
ReplyDeleteNancy, I have many of my dad's sermons on cassette tape and no way to play them back anymore. I would have to be able to preserve them however. Thank you for your visit today; it was so nice to meet you. I hope you will drop by my blog again. It is great to meet someone new with so much in common.
DeleteElizabeth, first of all, what a beautiful thing to have such a father. I loved my Dad, he was a good and faithful father, but he was not a committed believer until just before he passed away. And second of all, to be able to go back and read your father's notes like that! What a tremendous blessing. Couldn't you find a cassette player online somewhere? I still have a boom box and a Walkman that plays my old cassettes. If you lived nearby, I would loan it to you. Or, you could have the tapes transferred to cd.
ReplyDeleteYour last sentence is one well worth thinking about. I always wonder whether anyone will glance through any of my journals or just toss them away.
What a beautiful post, Elizabeth. Your father sounds like he was a wonderful man.
ReplyDeleteWhat a blessing. Enjoy your week.
Oh, what a treasure Libby. I have some of my Dad's typewritten sermons and notes and I have about 200 on a flashdrive. We are both blessed to have had such Godly parents. Happy week!
ReplyDeleteI love this! My Dad was not a Pastor - he was a farmer, but was also a godly, loving man (still is!), and this reminded me of him.
ReplyDeleteI would think there is a service somewhere that would put that cassette on CD!
Thank you for sharing this precious post at Inspire Me Monday at Create With Joy!
ReplyDeleteWhat a priceless treasure your father has left you!
I love how his time spent with the Lord not only was lived out every day of his life but also how God has honored their time together through this memento.
Have a very blessed weekend (and if you have not already done so, be sure to enter our Bible Journaling Giveaway for a chance to start recording and making memories to pass down to your children and grandchildren!) :-)