I had the surreal experience of hearing my older child (almost 22) deliver a sermon in a small country church on Father’s day.
Background. I did not want to go. It was 90 some odd miles away outside of Farmville, Virginia. The wife nagged, cajoled, browbeat and shamed me into going. I went on the premise that she had to drive so that I could sleep in the backseat on the way. But I still resented having to go. Continue reading