My Father, a Man on a Mission, Died September 2, 2002
This article was originally published as a part of the series titled “Just A Thought”
My Dad passed away suddenly on Labor Day and went to be with Jesus. He was in pain and lonely these last four months since Mom died. We are all doing well. God has given us supernatural peace.
When my Dad was 2 years old his father abandoned his family. To make ends meet, my Dad’s oldest brother, Harry, went to work on a bread truck before school, at the butcher shop after school, and the filling station on weekends – at the age of 10. When my Dad turned 6 he, too, went to work, helpling out on the bread truck and delivering papers. They would get up at 3:00 A.M., and had a permanent tardy slip for school.
As I’ve considered Dad’s life, and the odds against him, I have, by God’s grace, come to understand this: The success and legacy of some men will be measured by how far they go. The secret of my Dad’s success and legacy is to look at how far he came.
Dad would never want his legacy counted in money or achievements. That was never the kind of legacy he set out to leave. Dad’s mission in life was to break the cycle. By his determination and sacrifce, Dad set our entire family lineage on a whole new course for geneartions to come. That was the purpose of his life.
Knowing this, you know a bit more about why I am so passionate about reacing men for Christ.
© 2002 Patrick M. Morley. All rights reserved. This article may be reproduced for any non-commercial use with proper attribution.