January 3, 2013

• Happy 100th Birthday, Grandaddy!

  

  One hundred years ago, today, a baby was born.  He was born into poverty, a family in a two room house with 10 children in East Texas.  He grew up, and learned to run, and he never stopped.  He ran until he could run no more (when he had a stroke in his late eighties).  Even with a world record in track, he wasn’t finished.  

  

  He learned, and he didn’t stop.  He hitchhiked his way to college and convinced Pat Neff, the president of Baylor University, to let him in and that he’d pay when he could.  He became a pastor and went to seminary, pastoring small churches and met his wife in while singing Messiah in the seminary chorus.  He got his doctorate, had three children, one of whom died.  He went on to be a founder or Dallas Baptist University and taught Bible there until he retired at age 90.  The most important thing, though, was that was he best safari in the woods guide, and bow-and-arrow maker, and giver of piggy back rides a little girl could wish for.  

  Happy Birthday, Grandaddy.  I miss you so much, and I will see you in Heaven!

  

  I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.  2nd Timothy 4:7

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