My father was a Presbyterian minister. He died in 2007. At the time of my mother's death in 2013, my youngest daughter took home the file box with Dad's sermons, well some of them. She thought she'd have time to read through them. Work and motherhood prevented that so the box came to me.
It wasn't until last fall that I got it out to find some sermons to send to my brother in law, Jerry, when he inquired about them because he wanted to help his pastor who had long Covid. His thought was he could read them in her stead on several Sundays while she recuperated and the church found others to fill the pulpit.
She has since returned to ministering but was impressed with one sermon in particular and asked Jerry to give it this Sunday the 15th since she was going to be away.
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I’ll skip the sermon but can appreciate how poignant it was for you.
...a wonderful legacy.
Did you remember your father giving that sermon?
Marie, You asked if I remember my father giving the sermon and the answer is no. It was dated 1986 and I was married in 1974.
It was a poignant thing for all the family members to bring forward your father's words. I'm sure everyone had a good sigh of satisfaction at remembering your father, with love coming through loud and clear.
As you said, Marcia, that surely was special for you and your family to hear your late father's sermon.
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