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Our Fathers – Stories of Great Dads

Tim Biscaye writes of his dad Pierre Biscaye:

My dad evidenced similarities to my impressions of OT and the NT God.   The dad I knew growing up was much like the God of justice of the Old Testament. When I erred from the designated way there was punishment.   There were lots of house rules and requirements and he also seemed to 'hole up' a lot a bunch in his office.  Heck, what did he know, he was following what he thought were literal instructions from a Divine God. But as I left the house for Univ and grew older I knew him to be a man of great intellect, curiosity, love of life, readily available and relentless in acts of love and kindness towards me and my kids.   For many of those years, in spite of living apart, delighted when we connect via phone, Skype or email.   He is relational, generous, sensitive and loving.
Heather writes of her dad Bob Mackenzie:
Well my dad was one of the most amazing people I've ever known.
He had a zest for life and a passion for people. He had a big mouth and had a huge presence at any given time, but I've always said he had an even bigger heart. 🙂
He loved the Adirondacks. He spent a lot of summers at Deerfoot and was a lone eagle. When I was old enough, he sent me to Camp Cherith in the Adirondacks (now known as Camp Cedarbrook) which is a sister camp of Deerfoot. At camp or not, we shared a love of the outdoors and especially the Adirondacks. He encouraged me to do the backpacking trips that Camp Cherith offered; I went and I was hooked. We would reminisce about our trips.

He bought me my first knife when I was 7 or 8; I proudly showed him the whistle I whittled. He taught me the importance of hunting and respecting animals and was so proud at everything I've ever shot.

We had a strong relationship on so many levels, but our shared passion for the adks and the outdoors made our relationship something very special that I shared with him and was very proud of.

I was blessed with a godly, generous, incredible father. But also with a father who instilled in me a passion for the outdoors- a trait I value and am very thankful for.

I still go backpacking up north and think of him every time I climb an adk high peak on my journey to complete all 46.

I hope he knew how amazing he was.

June Jones writes of her dad, Wally:
When my dad was in that dreadful facility in Wyckoff, his good aids would always ask me, "Was you dad always such a gentleman" and I said, YES!". Until my dad was in that facility, I had never heard him use any kind of questionable language. He was always quick to apologize. I still miss him.
Marissa Ekback writes of her dad
My dad wasn't a believer while I was growing up and late in life he came to Jesus through a 12-step program. I think my dad was an example of wanting to help your kids and never giving up in them.
Pam Osterhus writes about her dad Jim Lewis:
I feel like I should say something about my Dad, Jim Lewis. My Mom died when I was 7 and my sister was 4 and my Dad was both parents for us for a few years. He made time with his daughters of high importance and made sure God and an already established family was important to any new woman in his life. He is my biggest cheerleader. When I was a runner at a track meet, I didn't even know my Dad was there until I heard his voice cheering while I was running. Always cheering me on and encouraging me. He's always in my corner and now writes weekly letters cheering my kids on for their academic and sports accomplishments, with Bible verses to encourage them in their stages of life. When I was in college he wrote me letters a few times a week. They were stream of consciousness letters often and my friends would look forward to reading them with me, but what a gift of written communication and encouragement before the days of texts and emails and cellphones. I knew he thought about me and prayed for me. He loves the Lord and if I could say he had a hobby it would be witnessing at Fairs. He loves to tell others about the Lord. I guess one of the most important things I learned from my Dad was the love of a father and it is easy for me to see God as my Loving Father because of my Dad.
Eva Benevento writes of her dad:
My dad... He was an orphan at age 2, experienced a world war as a teen and ended up spending 7 years in a refugee camp where he met my mom and I was born. As a 25 year old, he emigrated to the U.S. with a wife, 2 children, 2 suitcases and 1 trunk containing all of their worldly goods. No money, no relatives, no friends, no contacts. It is a story of strong character, integrity, hard work ethics, and most of all, the grace of Almighty God. Children adored him, employers valued him, his family and friends loved him. In his last 30 years, he conducted bible studies for fellow immigrants who had difficulty with English bibles. He is now with Jesus along with his wife of 60 years enjoying the presence of the God he loved. We who remain miss him.
Lauren writes of her dad:

My Daddy is one of my best friends, my go-to roadtrip buddy, and can and will happily fix just about anything! Here's a story that exemplifies Daddy: During my freshman year of college, my laptop broke. I went home that weekend and left the laptop for Dad to take to a repair shop that week, and a friend who was coming to visit the school the next weekend would bring it back to me then. Dad had just bought himself a new laptop, and let me borrow it for the week. Mine ended up being a quick fix, so he had it back by Tuesday morning, and rather than just sending it out with my friend on Friday, he decided to bring it back to me right then. So he drove two hours out to school, getting there right as I was getting out of class... only my Mom had told him my class times wrong, so he thought I was just starting a class, and thinking he'd just missed me, left the laptop with my RD and drove the two hours home without even seeing me! What I learned (and still learn) from Daddy is "Love is a verb."

Larry Carroll writes of his dad Larry Carroll Sr.:
My dad taught me First Corinthians 2:4,5 which says, "My speech and my preaching were not with enticing words of men's wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power, that your faith should not rest in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God."
My dad also demonstrated the value of associating with and respecting godly men and women, from whom I learned much about walking by faith and not by sight.

My Dad Robert Nelson:
So my dad really never had any interest in sports of any kind. He loved to read, and he loved music. I was always playing some sport or another in my school days. He would come to my games and cheer me on, even though he had no idea what was going on. I realize that was quite a sacrifice for him.
God's word was a high priority for my dad. I remember sitting at the dinner table and playing a game with him. We would try to find the most obscure passage in the Bible that we could find, and he could tell us right where it was in a verse or two.
He loved to teach Bible studies and Sunday School classes.
When we posted my dad's picture a couple of days ago, some folks had some great things to say about my dad too.
Tim Biscaye said: Your dad was a good man. Required and merited being listened to. Extremely smart with a broad understanding of the world. Similar to my dad. I hope you are well.
Fred Beveridge said: Love the pic of your Dad, Ben. He was a constant inspiration to me--a gentleman, a scholar, a passionate pursuer of God. He was gentle, dignified, "cool" … encouraging, faithful, and loving. His face was the face I looked at for unspoken encouragement two rows back to my left during countless sermons at PBC. I will love him forever.
Thanks everybody for your input. It has been wonderful reading these great memories. I hope you have fun reading them and sharing them with your family too.
Thanks for reading today.

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