As I sit here and contemplate, it has been 28 years since I said “Until we meet again” to my dad. Some days it seems like ages and yet other times only yesterday.
My father was a man of integrity. One who lived his life as he believed 24×7. He was not perfect but he did walk the talk! The last few years of his life he was a “minister”. I use the quotes because for all of my life that I can remember, he was always ministering. We always had someone in out home growing up…prisoners, vagabonds, hitchhikers, random strangers, the least of these.
In our home, the exterior of a person was not seen. It was all about their heart and eternal destiny. Mom would prepare a meal and dad a shower and change of clothes. While they would nourish their bodies, he was there to nourish their souls.
The questions…my goodness, my daddy loved asking questions. They always started out the same in these situations…”What is God doing in your life? Do you have a relationship with Him?”. A captive audience, with a clean body, fresh clothes and a hot meal, it was futile not to engage.
Dad had a way of connecting with people on a heart level that made them feel like the most important person. His love for them and their eternal destiny was so great it just permeated the atmosphere around him. Everyone felt it, even the most hardened of hearts…especially those actually! He soooo loved people.
My earliest memories are those of dad working at Seagoville Federal Prison. He would bring inmates on an outing to the park just down from our house. They always made it back and there were never any issues. Many of those men’s lives were eternally changed for having known my father…Reuben Alaniz, Paul Jones, Clyde Warner, Ricky Vasquez and countless others.
I remember others that would go and have coffee with my dad and they would talk for HOURS about God, His goodness and what He was doing in their lives…Clarence, Brother Richardson, Jim, Tony, Ricky, Gordon and so many more.
When dad went home, I remember being in awe of how many people said that he was their “best friend”. I now know it is because five minutes with him was a life-time of friendship and an eternal link in this life’s journey.
I had someone tell me a couple of years ago that I have my dad’s gift of connection. Knowing the moment that someone needs to be contacted. I wasn’t sure about it until the severing of entanglements and piercing of the canopy at the #DreamTrip2017. The prayer that was prayed and the release that followed is unlike anything I have experienced since his “homegoing”.
Waking in the wee hours of the morning in my youth, I could always hear my father calling on heaven to invade earth, while taking on principalities of darkness. His prayers pleading for the covering and will of God for our lives.
They say that sound continues to travel even when it is out of our range of hearing. The faithful, fervent prayers of a righteous man avails much. Those prayers of my father echo around me today and are coming into full manifestation.
What my dad lacked in earthly wealth, he more than made up for in heavenly riches. The inheritance that he left…it leaves me speechless! It is my extreme honor and privilege to carry on that legacy and my prayer is that I do it well!!!
#AsOne