Stuff Dad Taught Me

My dad taught me a LOT of things.

He taught me that you can pray ANYWHERE, ANYTIME: driving, gardening, hunting, moving rocks (one of my favorites…not!). He taught me how to play baseball, including how to pitch, and bat left-handed, so that I could be a switch-hitter. He was the best defensive first baseman I ever played with. He taught me how to be polite, and love people. He taught me how to discipline your sons (ouch), but love them unconditionally, even when they were wrong.

He was a pastor, but he loved physical labor more than any human being I ever met, especially if it involved building a church. One of his pet phrases that my brother, Bob, and I hated the most was, “While we’re resting, why don’t we go….”, which would involve something even more physically taxing than what we were “resting” from. He loved telling jokes more than anyone I ever knew, and yes, there were times we wished he wouldn’t. (“Did I ever tell you the one about….” “YES!!” It didn’t stop him.)

He’s in a nursing home now. Today, I’ll tell him that I love him, and sing for him a little. Hopefully, he’ll be able to respond with, “I love you, too, son.” Even if he can’t, I’ll know, because that’s…Dad.

Maybe the greatest thing I can say about my dad is that he was a man of complete integrity. He ALWAYS lived what he preached, and he never carried a secret agenda. In John 1:47 (KJV), “Jesus saw Nathanael coming to him, and saith of him, ‘Behold an Israelite indeed, in whom is no guile!'”

Except for the fact that he was Irish, I think He might say the same thing about my dad, Sam McGarity.

(From Father’s Day, 2013; Dad passed away on May 8, 2015)

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