I didn’t take my kids fishing or hunting and we went camping only a handful of times. I just didn’t do what good dads do. But then there are those “once in a blue moon” days when I think maybe I’m not so bad after all. Like a moment I had this past week.
Because of a series of unplanned events, I found myself meeting a friend halfway between San Antonio and Rockport to pick up my son Ruben. I made this trip because he plays in the worship band for our church and he had a rehearsal that evening. As we drove back to San Antonio we had a great conversation about why we do what we do for our church.
At one point I asked him what the most significant part of serving on the team was. He said, “It’s a life and death situation.” Wow!
Each week I am humbled that I have the opportunity to serve with some of the finest people I know as we pursue what I believe is the most significant mission known to humankind. I do believe that we are part of God’s unfolding story to rescue lives in the balance. The fact that my son remembers that from somewhere in the memories of conversations past humbles me even more. He gets it.
Maybe I’m not such a bad dad after all.