Mary Hoffman Carl: Without my father I would’ve missed watching someone
depend wholly on God. He faced his challenges with God’s help. He was
passionate about God and came to know Him through reading His word. He brought
people to the Lord that others simply judged behind their backs. We only found
out about these conversions after he passed away.
Christopher Allen Carrillo: I’ve never met my real father, but
my uncle stepped up and filled that role better than I could have imagined.
Without my uncle, I would not be the man I am today. He helped to raise me when
he didn’t have too, he showed me what unconditional love was by being there for
me when my own biological father wouldn’t.
Debbie Ethridge: I didn’t
do well in math in the 4th grade! My Daddy usually gave us a dollar if we did
good! So he still gave me a quarter for trying so hard! As a child that told me
I was still a worthy person! I did well the next year thanks to his positive
attitude towards me!
Kristy Fair: My
father was a true family man. He was completely devoted to his family and my
mother. Some of my fondest memories are of our family vacations, especially the
last vacation when the whole family went to Alaska. It was questionable whether
my father’s health would allow him to go, but through the grace of God and
endless prayers, along with the determination of my father, he was able to go
and provide us with another vacation full of cherishable memories. My dad was
so nice to everyone, and I watched him and learned by example. He was even on a
first-name basis with the workers at McDonald’s that we frequented often.
Teresa Farrow: My mom marched down one Sunday
and made me come and sit with her. A big lesson learned! Lol I never talked
again either. I knew my dad was there and watching as well and I would be in
more trouble. Just in a way that made you want to please them. The memory
though... I wanted to disappear.
My dad
taught me how to be generous. Giving first. I remember when I was younger and
living on the coast. (Corpus Christi) We had lots of transients and they would
be in the grocery store parking lot asking for money. Dad would bring them back
into the store and buy their groceries.
On several occasions, he would even take them back to their homes and give them
a little pocket money. He’s continued this living up here. Whenever, I had
patients that I was caring for and they needed rides or help, he was always
there. Taught me that we all have more to give than we think.
David Hurt: We didn’t have much money
growing up, but my dad taught me that there is always someone who has less and
needs our help. I have been doubly blessed, my father-in-law has been a father
figure to me as well. He had to put his own dreams on hold and drop out of
college to take care of his family, waiting decades to finish his college
degree. He taught me what it really means to sacrifice for his family.
Erica Rogers Rasmussen: You
asked us to tell you about our dads so here is a little about mine. When I
think of the word unconditional LOVE I think of my dad. Growing up he was my
best friend and biggest support. He was then and now my spiritual guide. He
never judged the mistakes I made in life and was always there for my every
need. He is now a Grandfather to six kids to adore him. My only son was named
after him. Family means the world to him he still talks fondly of his own
mother, farther and 6 brothers. Just the thought of my dad makes me forever
grateful for him and incredibly proud of him. Love my dad!
Malcolm Rogers: My dad is my hero. For over 25 years he
cut cedar fence post most of the time with only an ax. When he first started
his business, he slept out in the open on a mattress covered by a tarp to keep
out the moisture. Many days he would wake up almost covered by snow. He cooked
his food over an open camp fire. At night his hands and arms would throb
because of the swinging of an ax. Not one time in my life did I ever hear my
dad complain. He always remarked that a man who did not take care of his family
was worse than an infidel. I loved my dad. He was my example. He showed me
every day what honesty and character were. I never went hungry or without
shelter. My dad my hero. I love you Papa.
Kent Berman: Dad taught me God is first. The goal of my life is be
like Christ so I can be with Christ in Heaven. He preached for a lot of my
childhood and these were messages he emphasized that are still with me. A few
years ago, I had the opportunity to preach from his sermon outline on
Philippians 3:14 on Father’s day.
Lea Black: My Dad is 94 and continues to teach and inspire me, I
thought all men knew how to fix everything when I married!!! How surprised I
was when my husband did not! He learned fast at Dad’s tutoring! Dad was always
there for me, and taught me in unorthodox ways: I was sitting in church
chatting away in a tent meeting on the back; I saw him coming and I knew I was
a dead duck, but he marched me to the front row and we sat down, I was
mortified!!! Never talked again!!! I could write a book on many such examples!!
My parents also sacrificed for me to go to MHBS. He continues to invite people
to church and try to set up bible studies. He is the BEST father!!
Randall Boyd: my
father taught me patience and contentment, and to help others when called upon.
Misty Campbell: My daddy shows me love. My dad has had many health struggles
in the past several years. His loving words, as recent as yesterday in the ER,
keep echoing through my mind. We were at the hospital where my husband works.
Person after person would come in and my daddy would ask almost
every one “Do you know Misty?” Finally, I said “Daddy, I don’t know her and she
doesn’t know me. I don’t know everyone.” He replied “I know but I’m proud of
you and I want everyone to know you!” I’m 42, he is 75. He will never know how
that touched my heart!
If my
earthly father loves me as much as he does, how much more does my Heavenly
Father love me?
Joy Marsh
Chastain: My dad
always acts so happy to hear from me. He is just a genuinely kind person who
loves to love - first God and then others. He is 80 and has a hard time physically
yet always ends every conversation with “please let me know if I can do
anything for you and your family”. Again, his genuine love and concern for me
means the world and has taught me to hopefully love others in the same way.
Allison Clark: When I was very little, I was
scared of storms. When they woke me up at night, I was afraid but I knew Dad
would come check on me because he always did. Sure enough, after a few minutes,
he would open my door, gently check if I was awake, tenderly wrap me in a bear hug and carry me to his and Mom’s room to
wait out the rest of the storm together, softly telling me that everything was
okay. He would explain what storms are and why we don’t have to be afraid of
them... what we would do to keep ourselves safe if need be. We would watch the
lightning and he would point out to me how pretty it was. I would fall asleep
feeling so secure and loved and protected. To this day, he and I love learning
about meteorology and watching storms together.
Bud Crowell: My Dad taught me to try and put myself in someone else’s
shoes. He always used to say that no matter how bad or how rotten you thought
things were for you, put yourself in someone else’s shoes as things could be
much worse for you, so be thankful for what you do have. The old Joe South
song, “Walk a Mile in My Shoes” was one of our favorite songs years ago. Also,
I have so many pleasant memories being able to travel with him to so many
gymnasiums as he refereed and being able to see legends like Pete Maravich,
Shaquille Oneal, Clyde Lee, Dominique Wilkins, Charles Barkley, Adolph Rupp and
so many more play and coach basketball as a youngster.
Suzie Curfman: I had just bought my first auto with
my own money, a 1955 Fairlane Ford, blue and white (on my Facebook cover) and I
had a wreck and messed it up. I called Dad crying. He said “are you hurt”. No “anybody
hurt” No. Don’t cry. It’s just a car, he said. Through the years when I lost,
broke and destroyed something I really cared about and all effort had failed to
restore it he would say, “They are just things. Things don’t matter, people matter but
things don’t matter.” As I grow older I lose, drop and break so many things,
things I really love. They have been with me a long time but I find myself
saying, “They are just things.” Things are temporal but people are eternal. I
want to try to heal the broken and hurting people and point the lost to Jesus
Christ who can save them because PEOPLE MATTER but things don’t matter.
JJ Long
Davenport: My father let us see him
study. I remember so many times walking into the kitchen or his office and
seeing him in the Word. He taught me how to have a spiritual life and how to
surround myself with people that will help me get to Heaven. I also saw him have compassion to those
that needed compassion. I saw him handle tough situations with grace and
patience and humility. I saw (and still see) that every person he came in
contact with would leave happier because of him. He is a light.
Lori Tays Eastep: My favorite dad story happened when I was 16. My parents
never had much money and they sacrificed many things to pay for my Mars Hill
education. After I went for almost a year with no car, they saved enough to
purchase me one. And so, being 16, I naturally wrecked it. I was devastated. I
remember that Joey Krieger took me to call my parents, and I begged him not to
make me call. I kept telling him that they were going to kill me. Actually kill
me. lol When my dad arrived, he hugged me. Then he looked in the eyes and dried
my face and said, “I can get another car. I can never get another you.” I will
never forget those words. He took me for ice cream and never mentioned the car,
or the money it cost, or the higher insurance premiums ever again. That night I
learned the meaning of grace. He’s a hero to a lot of middle school kids, but
he’ll never be a bigger hero to anyone than he is to me.
Jerry Frazier: My dad volunteered on his 18th birthday in 1944 to stop
fascism. Without men like him, none of us would be free. He was truly part of
the Greatest Generation.
Cindy Black
Griffith: The best word to describe my
father is subtle. He daily shows me how to treat others by his actions. He has
subtly shown me how a man should treat his wife. And how a father should
respect his daughter. He has shown us how to be a strong wise leader of our
family, subtly. He is a man of honor and strength subtly. He does not boast. He
has the biggest heart of anyone I know. Bob Black
Lisa Grossheim: Once my Dad had surgery where it would work or he would
die on the table. When they rolled him into the operating room, he looked at us
and said, “I’ll see you when I get of surgery or I’ll see you in a little while”.
The surgery worked and I was able to keep him a few more years but his
confidence and NO FEAR attitude toward death has left me a legacy I hope to
give to my children as well.
Suzanne Denney
Howell: My dad, Hugh Denney, modeled
for me what it would look like to get up everyday and go to a job I love. He
was a veterinarian and was extremely passionate about his work but more
importantly, showed compassion to each animal and owner he came into contact
with. I teach school and I love my job. I learned from my father how to be kind
and compassionate to my students. It’s been 13 years since we lost him to
cancer but stories and comments about his gentle, kind ways are still brought
up to me. I couldn’t be prouder to be his daughter.
LouAnn Kincaid: Even though my dad provided me with everything I needed,
he passed on to me a good work ethic, and he raised me in church. (Not The
Church, but Baptist church)
Sherri LaFever: Thank you, dad, for: teaching me how to pray;
giving me a hug whenever I needed one; for all the years spent providing for
our family..but always keeping us 2nd in your life (just after God)..we were
blessed with your constant presence in our lives, no matter what we were involved
in (school plays, ball games, etc..); for setting a Christian example for us to
live by; for smiling often; for teaching me to root for the underdog; for
praying for me; for taking us out for ice cream; for teaching us not to expect
to get our way in life: by playing games, we only won when we’d earned it, not
because you “let us win “ (still learning this today Lol); for teaching me to
be generous and caring to those in need; for being a wonderful grandfather
(Pepaw); for singing the magical song “long black veil “, (it still puts fussy
children to sleep); for telling me it’s OK to cry; for not being mad when I
wrecked the car; for letting us have pets; for loving mom with all your heart;
for being my hero; for being my friend...I hope you know I love you, though I’m
not always there. I think about you constantly, and you’re always in my
prayers. (This is what I wrote on his wall 2 years ago, it hasn’t changed)
Scott Lewis: My father left before I was born. I’ve
never met him. He taught me that conceiving a child doesn’t make you a dad. I
also learned that his actions aren’t a reason or excuse for mine, and that I’ll
never do that to my wife and children.
Rebeca Garcia
Luna: My father
has been a gift for me.....he taught me values.....and, of course, he taught me
to let God guides my life in order to teach others about him. He is 78 years
but I am still learning from him...I am blessed .
Judy Galloway Meek: My dad taught me the act of
being a gentleman and as a lady to expect to be treated as such. I remember as
a small child (probably around 5 years old) walking downtown with my dad. I
remember him opening the doors for me and explaining to me as we walked down
the sidewalk that a man should always walk on the outside of the sidewalk
against the road to protect the lady. We made a game out of that fact
everywhere we went that day. When we’d come out of the store, I would walk
close to buildings and he would take his position against the road. I felt so
protected. He was very important to teach manners.
Linda Dreaden Morris: My Dad taught me to respect everyone. I never witnessed
him looking down on another human being.
Martha Brown
Murphree: Where to begin? One of the
most influential things Dad (John Murphree) ever said to me personally follows.
We had been living in Belgium doing mission work for 4 years. My parents were
sending me to my freshman year at David Lipscomb College. The year was 1971. I would not see my
parents until the following summer when they returned to the states because we
couldn’t afford for me to go home for Christmas. Dad told me: “Remember that
whatever happens in your life, whatever decisions you make, we will always love
you and you can always come home....but please remember that you are one of the
few people in the world who has the power to break our hearts.”
Those words
saved me from making potentially dangerous decisions many times in my college
and early adult years.
He passed
away in January 2015. In talking about his funeral he requested specifically
two songs: “I am Happy Today” ...because he said he knew he would be....and “Love
One Another” (Love one another for Love is of God...for God is love, God is
love) I remember him saying on several occasions, after we had sung this song
at church, on the drive home, that if we could just get this “love one another
thing” straight, we would be all right.
I cherish
the memory of the 6 years I cared for him after my mom passed away and I miss
him every day.
He was
gentle, loving, and unfailingly kind to everyone in my experience. My sisters
and I agree that we cannot recall a single time in our lives when either he or
our mother raised their voices at us or anyone else. They were far from perfect
but, in our eyes, they were remarkable people. They were crazy in love with
each other and they were crazy in love with God. They followed Him to
Mississippi, Kentucky, Tennessee, Belgium, Papua New Guinea, and home again,
with several shorter missions in between... They never had much money but they
were rich in all the things that mattered.
Precious
memories... I am on a roll...after this , I will stop :-) He taught us to fish, to ride
a bike, to drive a car, to write a check, to stay out of debt, to paint a wall,
to mow the grass, to love animals. He took us on adventures in other cultures.
We learned French together in Belgium. He took us by canoe to the remote
village of Mariki in Papua New Guinea .... and so much more...but mostly he
taught us to be kind and compassionate, to love people... people of all
nations: black or white, rich or poor, Christian or non-Christian...and in so
doing, he gave us a glimpse of how God loves and taught us to love God.
Sorry, Cory
to continue but I am on vacation and have been walking down memory lane ever
since you posted this question.
The year
was 1959. I was 6 years old. Dad was preaching in a Nashville church that will
remain unnamed. Some black families were beginning
to move into the church neighborhood and several started attending our church.
They would slip in, sit on the back pew and slip out. Dad was a bit naive. He
was not trying to rock the boat. During one Sunday morning sermon he said we
wanted our black brothers & sisters to leave the back pew and be welcomed
into full fellowship & membership in our congregation.
We were the
last to leave church as always, as mom & dad greeted everyone leaving. When
he got into the car he turned to mother and said “I think I just got fired.”
....and he had. He never preached there again. He probably could have split
that congregation, but the thought of causing division never passed through his
mind. Several months later we moved to Chattanooga .... And eventually on to
foreign missions.
In the
summer of 1966, if I am not mistaken, Dad went to a sort of preachers meeting
in Montreal, Canada. In one session, a group of preachers were sitting in a
large circle discussing mission needs that could be taken back to their
congregations. I think it was S. F. Timmermon who brought up the need of a
missionary in Brussels, Belgium. He asked if there was any preacher present who
would consider going, he would have to be willing to learn French . They went
around the circle and each man explained why he could not go. When it was Dad’s
turn, he couldn’t think of a reason not to go (though he had daughters in 3rd,
8th, 11th grades in school) ....so a year later at age 40, my parents embarked
on their first full time mission. As the children, we learned that we were not
the center of our parents lives, God’s calling came first.
In the
1980s, in their 50s, mom and dad struck out again, leaving the security and
familiarity of middle Tennessee, when a need arose. They left with two large
suitcases and moved to Papua New Guinea, this time to a 3rd world country. They
only requested to be able to come home every Christmas since grandchildren were
coming into the picture. And in the days before Internet, Skype, cheap phone
calls , all communication was through snail mail ...which took 10 days+ most of
the time. This was probably the work they loved the most because they often got
to tell the story to people who had never heard it at all before. When a young
missionary asked dad for advice, he told him that the most important thing was
to love the people.
Love,
kindness, humility, gentleness, compassion: these are the first words that come
to my mind when I think of my father.
He was
never a “big name” preacher, he never preached for a church larger than 200-300
people. He was a faithful foot soldier, not a general, in the Lord’s army.
Becky Kennedy
Nix: My dad (Pop) spent many Friday
nights watching the Coffee Yellow Jackets play football. He was there because
he had brought a car full of young teenage girls to the game and took everyone
home afterwards. I learned a lot about football watching bowl games with him on
New Year’s Day. The really important
things I learned from Pop were keep your word, work hard, and never be late for
anything!
Mary Joyce Nicks: My
dad was a wonderful Christian man, who loved to laugh and make others laugh as
well. He taught me the importance of working an honest day’s work no matter
what the job was and be the type of person others could always count on. He had
two sayings, which he said many times as I was growing up, and I still try to
remember his advice and try to apply it to my life each day. He always said
that “anything worth having is worth taking care of” and “take good care of
your things in life and they will take good care of you”. His hearty laugh and
his good advice will be always be some of my special memories of a special
father.
Deborah Kerr
Sconyers: My Daddy taught me kindness,
the importance of second chances and the acceptance of all people regardless of
their race or beliefs. When he died, so many people came and told me how he had
helped them save their homes or businesses and his only wish was not to tell others
about his actions and only repay if they were able. So many people he helped
and I never knew. So I learned I can go kindly through this world and quietly
help those who need my help. He was the greatest man I have ever known and I
hope to be half the person he was.
Geoffrey Sikes: My father was a preacher. I heard him preach sermons
every week. I saw him live sermons all the time.
Frank Walton: My dad taught me through his generous
actions, to be a giving and sharing person to others. I have learned that that
was a Walton characteristic through the generations preceding, too.