My father

Last Sunday we had a wonderful service... The preacher talked about how much time we spent in worthless things like watching television, talking on the phone, getting dressed. He also talked about how little time we spend with God. We spend too much time worrying about our future, retirement , our savings, etc. I am not saying those things are not important, but we need to spend more time on things with an eternal effect. That message made me think about my dad. He is a pastor and has given his life to the service of God and people. I remember as a little girl following him everywhere for visits to the poor, the sick, counseling, bringing peace to a situation. He traveled in dirt roads, long bus trips, by motorcycle, even by foot. Some times he would travel many miles just to bring communion for one lady that could not make to church. My dad was always tireless, cheerful, never thinking about himself but others. Today my dad does not have a church anymore, his days are spent taking care of my sick mother, he depends on his children for income, and I was thinking why? Why would God let my father end his days like that? Well, God spoke to me during that church service. My dad worried about the eternal things. His reward no one can take away. Life is like a breath. We are here today and gone tomorrow. Only the things done for God will last. I thank God for my dad. He showed me the wonderful love of Christ with his life. I hope I can do the same for my kids.