I am grateful to my Dad for a lot of things. He has provided an excellent home to grow up in, he has done his best to “train up [lots of] child[ren; i.e. my brother and sisters] in the way [they] should go,” (Proverbs 22:6), he has been an example in intentionally avoiding anything that even hints of sexual immorality, he is one of the few people I know who actually practices an active hatred of sin… and the list goes on.
But one thing (that’s rather unconventional) really seems to stick out. My Dad – through constantly putting different blurbs, articles and commentaries in front of me – has engendered in me a love for reading.
Now, reading isn’t really all that special in and of itself, it is just like any other hobby. But – as my Dad frequently points out – God has revealed Himself to humanity through a Book. A love for reading has caused my nose to be in the Bible more than it would be if I didn’t enjoy reading. And it’s in the Bible, that I get to meet with God. My Dad has trained me to enjoy being in the very place where God actually shows Himself to people – that is, in reading the Bible.
In that, my Dad has taught me both to love God and to enjoy the means by which I may come to know God more.
Thanks a lot, Dad!