Hardly, if ever, does a day go by that I don’t glean wisdom from the life my dad lived. I call it “The Ministry of Absence”. The book I wrote, “Relational Leadership”, has this by-line: “What I learned from a fisherman about leading a church.” I never knew a better leader than my own dad, a simple shrimp-boat captain. And surely a day does not pass that I do not miss his voice. (Thanks dad for leaving me voicemail that I replay often.) This past Sunday, Epiphany Sunday, was my dad‘s spiritual birthday. He came to Christ in the early morning hours — during the 4th watch of the night — aboard his first shrimp-boat, Miss Vickie, docked in Wanchese, North Carolina in 1969. I love this relaxed photograph of him on his last shrimp-boat, Lady Melba ⚓, steering with his feet. #FourWinds #PresenceMattersMost #Maranatha
Presence Matters Most!
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