Here, We Grieve Again.
This November will mark fourteen years since my dad passed away. There’s nothing particularly significant about year fourteen, just another year that has passed without him here. Yet somehow, this year has felt different. If I’m being honest, it’s been especially hard lately. I really miss him. I miss him as my dad, but I also miss him as a pastor. I long not only to hear his voice, but to hear his wisdom. As I settle into my own career in ministry, I so desperately wish I could call him. I want to hear his perspective, learn from his experience, and treasure his advice. I long to share with him the joy and weight of following Jesus and serving in full-time ministry. I'm grateful for the gift of his book and blog posts that I can continue to return to. I love learning from him. His voice, his writing, his perspective, and his creativity are still relevant in my life today, and I'm sure they continue to be in the lives of many others too. Sometimes I think that if he were still...