From the Pastor’s Desk

Sunday, June 21, 2020



Every Father’s Day my mind wonders to my childhood, when our household consisted of my mother, my father and my brother. It was a home filled with much love, but was somewhat vacant of the presence of my father. Not because he did not want to be there, but because he worked hard and he worked long to provide for the family.

During my early days, we lived in Kansas City, MO and I remember those glorious days when my father would manage to have an extra dollar or two and he would announce that we were going to eat out on a Saturday and come evening time, we would get into our old Ford and dad would drive about a mile from our home to a White Castle and we would all be favored with “fine dining” as we would take the burgers from the bag and eat them in the car while they were still hot … while smiling from ear-to-ear and enjoying every bite.

Now you may wonder why this would stick in my head after all these years. We were living in the 1930’s and the entire world was in a depression and money was very scarce and you had to account for every penny. In those days, almost everyone was short of cash and very few were working. But my dad felt is was important to give my mother a rest from cooking and he enjoyed seeing his two boys thinking they had the most wonderful dad in the entire world. And you know something … I still think my dad was the most wonderful dad in the entire world.

You are loved, Pastor Don

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