MY DAD

By popular request I return to the keyboard.
I can only tell you of things that you have probably heard ad nauseum, but I have decided that the world needs to hear how great was my Dad
Here is a morsel just to keep you reading


This is a photo of my Dad on the right, my Aunt Ruby centre and Uncle wil on the left.
Our left of course, Uncle Wil being the first born. The photo would have been taken 1890/1900.
Grandfather William (their Dad) was converted to Jesus Christ and had become a staunch member of the Wesleyan Methodist Church at Towaninnie and was the Sunday School superintendent for nearly 40 years; as such, church attendance was the top of the list activity. My dad said that they went to church in a horse and buggy rain hail or shine, as the "roads" went through properties there were many gates. Grandfather William would sing out "Gate" and the boys, Wil and David, would have to jump out, open and shut each gate. The boys would have heard many sermons and many long awaited benedictions.
A paraphrase of Psalm 130 verse 6, for David, could well have been, "My soul waits for the "benediction" more than those who watch for the morning- I say, more than those who watch for the morning.
It could have been before Auntie Ruby was born,(or perhaps she didn't count), that my Dad, (David) had it all worked out, Grandfather William, was "The Father", His brother Wil, was "The son", and he David, was the "The Holy Spirit".
For the unchurched, most benedictions would include the words something like, "In the name of the Father, and of The Son, and of The Holy Ghost (Spirit).
Ahh, the working of the mind of a child.
This of course reminds me of what Jesus said recorded for us in Matthew 18:3, "Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the Kingdom of Heaven".

"MY DAD", watch this space!