A Man Of Encouragement
Joseph, a man from Cyprus, was among the early followers of Jesus. The apostles called him Barnabas, which means “son of encouragement.”
We meet him in Acts 4:36–37 when he sold a piece of property and donated the money to help other believers in need.
Later, we read that the disciples were afraid of Saul (Acts 9:26). “But Barnabas took him and brought him to the apostles” (v. 27). Saul, later called Paul, had formerly been trying to kill the believers, but Barnabas
defended him as a man transformed by Christ.
My Dad was a man who encouraged and always saw the best in us. He taught me nothing was impossible if I set my mind to it. The first time I was turned away at a job interview my Dad encouraged me not to give up, to keep going back and checking on the position. He convinced me they would see I had what it took to do the job. He turned out to be right. After several return attempts, they finely gave me a try and hired me. It changed my belief in myself, and changed my life.
Dad encouraged me to practice when I was learning how to play the clarinet, he would sit through endless hours of incorrect notes and missed timing, which says a lot about his patience! He encouraged me in the arts to dance, sing, write and paint. When I was a little girl I would write out a play for my brothers and I to act in complete with bed sheets for curtains and Dad and Mom would be our audience.
Dad taught me about love and generosity too. He worked hard for the money he earned and worked many years sacrificing his own time to earn a living for his family, devotion to his loved ones was Dad to his core.
He was a gentle humble man with the heart of Christ, and a peace in him that surpasses all understanding. He was a man of faith, he relied on the strength of the Lord to get him through the good and the bad.
He taught me about faith, to never give up hope, that no burden was too big for the Lord.
Dad was a teacher, he taught me how to put a worm on a hook to catch a fish, and how to clean it after you caught one. He taught me how to grow a garden and the wonder of eating the food you grew yourself. He taught me how to swim in the deep end of a swimming pool. How to find the best sea shells on the beach. How to build something from nothing. How to find my balance and learn to ride a bicycle. He taught us right from wrong, he would be stern with discipline but never raised his voice in anger.
He loved to tinker on his old cars and always had a home project he was working on, I guess a little of that rubbed off on me. He had a curious nature and loved learning about new things. He loved sports; baseball and football. He was a patriot and liked learning about American history, or reading a good novel.
Dad grew up on a lake, and had an affinity with the water, fishing, and nature. He especially loved eating fresh summer corn dowsed in black pepper
He had a young spirit and loved the laughter of little children.
Dad taught me laughter and joy in the little things. He had a wonderful sense of humor, he would tickle your funny bone with a gentle sweet humor, not crass or mean spirited. He had a light in his laugh that made others want to be around him.
Dad taught me to recycle even before it was invented and to make everything count. Don’t take life for granted and to love those in your life with all your heart! I will miss his voice of encouragement but I will always hear him in my heart.
Thank you Dad... I’ll l see you again one day...