Actually, this is my Dad’s story, not mine.
The first I knew of my Dad having such a soft heart, was when I was nine years old, and Dad gave in to the call to preach.
It was in a little country church just outside of Branson, Missouri.
And when he got up to preach his first sermon…all he could do was cry.
A preacher friend of ours…a Jewish friend,
Reverend John Rousey, who it seemed knew the Bible by heart…had come to be with us, and when Dad couldn’t talk,
he got up and led the folks through that unusual occasion.
From then on, with Brother Rousey staying with us to "teach Dad the ropes," so to
speak, Dad began his more than 50 years of ministry, during which time he led thousands to Christ.
And here’s another unusual part: Dad had
such a soft heart, that Mom once said, "Felix, you cry them into the altar." And so Dad prayed to God, to take
away this so-called "problem." And God answered his prayer.
Well, Dad said that was the most terrible time of his life, living with his new hard heart.
And he finally prayed again…that God restore that softness. And God again answered his prayer.
And now, as tears fall in my lap, just writing this,
that it was just one of the ways people tell me that I’m like him. Not to preach, although I wondered for years whether
God would ask me that, but He gave me another "talent," if you’d call it that…to write to you, instead
of trying to speak out.
My writings include poetry, and I wrote a little poem about that. I call it "Daddy’s Shoes."
When I was young, I’d try on Daddy’s shoes…I’d scoot
around, and everyone would smile. They’d pat me on the head and say, (amused)…don’t worry, you’ll
grow to them, after while…"
now, a lot of years have come and gone, And looking at his life, It’s plain to see…As hopefully, again I try
them on…His shoes, I find, are still too big for me!"