Our Judeo-Christian Nation
June 26, 2009Rep. Randy Forbes challenges President Obama’s recent assertions that we are no longer a Christian nation.
A Tribute To My Dad
June 21, 2009
I often wish the congregation I now have the pleasure of pastoring had been able to know my Father and had heard him preach. They have missed so much by not knowing him. Had they known him it would probably enabled them to know and understand me better. My Dad, who has been gone over thirteen years now, was one of a kind. A unique mixture of dignity and humility, sternness and compassion, whose passion for his wife and family was only superseded by his passion for the word of God. As a young man, he had broken through to an anointing by prayer, fasting and burying himself in the study of God’s word. An anointing that most could only dream about. Coupled with an indepth understanding of Biblical doctrines and a phenomenal gift for quoting scriptures, he amazed and touched thousands throughout the southeast and mid-west. Countless souls were swept into the kingdom through the powerful preaching of this committed man of God. Churches were started as a result of his evangelistic efforts and hundreds of ministries, young and old were inspired by the skill and passion of which he delivered the word. My Dad never went anywhere without his Bible. When I think of him one of the visions that come to mind is him sitting in his recliner with his Bible opened in his lap. Yet, I never saw my Dad open his Bible when he stood in the pulpit to preach. He would then humbly announce his text by saying, “I am reading from…” What would follow was an amazing display of Biblical knowledge as he would in a single message would quote hundreds of verses and sometimes entire chapters. As a result, the altars would fill up and lives were changed. To thousands he was a spiritual father, a mentor, the walking bible, a teacher, prophet, the ultimate evangelist. To me he was Dad. As a child I both feared and loved him. As a teenager I did not understand him. As a young man trying to make my own way in the ministry, I resisted being like him. As I grew in my own ministry I found myself embracing what he was and what he stood for. Now as a senior minister I long for him and what he had in God. He told me once when I was just eighteen and trying to spread my wings as a preacher, “Son,” he said, “I was good for my generation, but you will have to better to reach your generation. So if you are not planning on being better than me, then don’t even start.” You may, if you wish, share in that challenge. It is good advice for all of us. I was forty-two when my Father died. He died at home after a long illness in his own bed. I was there. I had come in to visit and spend New Years with him and Mom. The night he died I had helped him get dressed for bed and get his oxygen situated. Standing next to his bed he put both hands on my shoulders and said, “Son, you are the greatest young preacher I have ever heard.” Now that, I can’t share with you. It was only for me. Why? Because he is my Dad.
Brandon Heath – I’m Not Who I Was
April 2, 2009
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