My father, Carl Moses, was born in 1917 in rural Michigan. God called him into ministry as a young man and for seventy years Dad served in any way he could. He pastored churches in the USA, taught at an inter-tribal Bible school in Guatemala, planted churches in Panama, ministered to Mexican Braseros in California, ministered to sailors in Puerto Rico, wrote books, translated for a Christian publishing house, and promoted missions well into his eighties. Dad loved life. He was once asked if he had dying grace and he replied, "Nope, I'm not dying yet." It took a lot to drain life from him, and when the time came, he did have dying grace. Numerous stokes and diabetes little by little took his vitality and finally his life. He leaves behind a wife, seven children, fourteen grandchildren and twenty great grandchildren, but is being greeted in Heaven by scores of relatives, friends, and spiritual children. I imagine him hearing many greetings in both Spanish and English. When I return to the US in December, our family will gather in Kansas to celebrate his life and enjoy the memories.
Well done, Daddy. I miss you.
Que hermosa descripcion Ruth! Es una vida y una historia para celebrar.
ReplyDeleteUn Abrazo y todo mi carino para ti y los tuyos.