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The Father is the Son’s First Hero

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I recently asked my Mom what she thought about me trying to start up my Dad’s blog again and she gave me her blessing. My Dad started this blog in June of 2015 and originally planned to post one or two times a week after publishing his first book. In the first post he said, “My passion and dream is to write honestly about the Christian life, the Bible, and the Church.” His last post on here was in October of 2022.

For those who may not know, my Dad died last year in September of 2025 after battling an illness at the age of 74. I want to continue writing this blog for the same reasons he started it, but I also want to write to continue his legacy. Inevitably, in doing so, I will include some of my own thoughts, experiences, and opinions. I hope that’s okay and I hope people will want to read what I have to say about my Dad, my family, the Bible, and other things. To start, I want to try to post one or two times a month instead of weekly. We will see if anyone reads them or wants to.

My Dad was a pastor for over 50 years. He lived in 3 states, served in 4 churches, and wrote 2 books. I have access to hundreds of his sermons and to a lot of his books. My Dad was an avid reader and a Bible scholar; I am neither. I was close with my Dad, but not as close as we should have been because of the way I am sometimes. My Dad had flaws, but was a great man. I still have a long way to go if I want to be like him. I currently live in West Texas and I have a beautiful wife and daughter. I also live in close proximity to my Mom, my Sister, and my Nephews.

I also promise any readers that I will try to be more interesting or at least funny in future posts!

Lastly regarding the title…..I think the Father is a Son’s first hero if he does it right. That is certainly true for me. Please let me know your thoughts and reach out if you want to here on WordPress (and subscribe), by email at rmmeven@gmail.com, or on Facebook.

MY MOM

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Our pastor came up with an idea for something different for the message/sermon time on Mother’s Day weekend. He had a few staff members speak at each service telling how our mothers impacted our lives. The challenge was to do it in just five minutes. I was given the opportunity to speak in one service and below is what I said about my mom.

What I remember about my mom when I was very young is when we had friend chicken. Some of you may remember in those days when you bought chicken from the grocery story it included, in addition to the wings, also two backs.

For the longest time I thought the backs and wings were the best pieces because my mom always took them and left the other pieces to my dad, my brother, and me. I eventually realized that she took the pieces she did so we could have the legs, breasts, and thighs. My mom was unselfish.

The next thing I remember is that when I was in grade school my mom when to work in the school cafeteria. When my class and I came through the line she tried not to show me special favor, but it was so difficult for her. While in grade school I always was glad she was there. When I moved to junior high so did she; but to my shame I never was as glad to see her or as proud of her as I had been in grade school. But I do think she understood and never said anything to me about it.

While I was in grade school and junior high my dad was a problem drinker—every weekend he got drunk. But even though my mom would have been justified to kick him out, she never did. As I came to my teenage years my dad became a Christian and got his act together. I don’t think my mom ever regretted staying with him.

When I got my license and was able to buy my own used 53 Chevy my mom always had a message for me before I went out. She would say, “Just one word Bobby, be careful.” I knew what she meant, but I could not help saying, “Mom, be careful is two words.” Like many mothers, my mom worried a lot about both my older brother and me; and about my dad. I guess it goes with having that role.

When my dad was diagnosed with leukemia my mom took great care of him. He passed a few years before she did and took it hard. She lived in Ohio and we lived in California. When I think about it I’m sorry my children did not have more time around my parents, and I’m still sad I was not able to spend time with her during her last few years after my dad’s death.

My mom wasn’t perfect by any means, but she was a wonderful mother through whom God took care of me, loved me, and blessed me.

And on this Mother’s Day I again say thanks to her and to Him.

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