A little while after my father passed away, my mom told me a few times that I should go through his closet because he had so many clothes and since we were the same size I should pick what I wanted before she decided to take his things to Goodwill. I never could bring myself to do it. Maybe another week or two went by and my brother came to town. I’ll never forget the night my Mom asked my brother and I to go through Dad’s closet and take what we wanted. I was so glad that my brother was there to help me through that experience.
We tried on suits, (we discovered my Dad had at least a dollar in every suit pocket and a breath mint.) we tried on shirts, hats, ties and shoes. Believe me when I tell you I never have to buy a suit again! Whenever I wear a blazer or a tie of his and I receive compliments I smile and say thanks and I think, man my Father has me looking good! I put on my father!
This past Sabbath I wore my father’s gators and I thought to myself, that I am walking in a dead man’s shoes. I think of how good I feel knowing that in every step I take I walk my fathers walk.
As I strive to be that man of God, so must I walk in the shoes of the Risen Savior, Jesus Christ our Lord. I put Him on every day and I’m proud to be a son of the King. So even though I am proud to walk in the shoes of my earthly father. I am prouder to walk in the footprints of Jesus, the Dead Man that rose again!
No scriptures to quote, nothing else to say….I’m wiping my tears and tryingtobeamanofgod….