Reconcile Magazine March 2019
A Christian Magazine that is Kingdom minded. We believe that the things Jesus did are available to us today.
A Christian Magazine that is Kingdom minded. We believe that the things Jesus did are available to us today.
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Sometimes Words Speak Louder<br />
My earthly father never said much. A man of few words yet I know he loved.<br />
As a twelve year old little leaguer, I’d led the league in hitting but had not hit one home run. I knew my father was<br />
proud of me for my hitting prowess, yet he sent messages of the thrill it would be to see me hit a home run.<br />
My twelfth birthday just happened to fall on the day of our first all star game. I was the lead off hitter and on the first<br />
pitch of the game, I drove a ball over the center field fence for my first home run. As I rounded second base I heard a<br />
resounding voice yelling above the little crowd cheering, “That’s my boy! That’s my boy!”<br />
I looked up as I rounded third base and my father, already with the ball in his hand was standing pounding the ball in<br />
the air yelling, “That’s my boy! That’s my boy!”<br />
In that moment I knew he was proud of me and loved me, not for the home run. The emotion of how he really felt<br />
about me was being displayed for all to witness.<br />
That was my Bar Mitzvah, my right of passage; my father’s approval with those words, “That’s my boy!”<br />
Seven years later, my father and I were on a trip from Southern California to Fort Lewis Washington. I was now a<br />
nineteen year old young man who had recently enlisted in the United States Army. My father decided to help me drive<br />
my truck north to my permanent post.<br />
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