As a missionary I have been called on to face many difficult challenges. One difficult assignment was to develop a week-day ministry at a church in transition. In my mind I assumed this was a piece of cake since I spent most of my time in the inner city. The day I met the new pastor I knew this was a mistake. In my opinion he was not the man for the job and none of his characteristics fit that of a godly man. I refused to have any kind of relationship with him or the members of the church. I even got some of the members to agree with me. This man was evil and my prayer was “God get me out of here fast.”

Being with daddy was my favorite spot whenever a challenge came my way. I ran straight for his chair soon as my feet hit the door. I poured out my frustrations as dad sat with his chin in his hands. I expected my daddy to get so mad that he would pick up the phone and give that pastor some strong daddy words. Instead dad looked me right in the eye and said: “sis that sounds like hate.” HATE!! I’m a missionary and I love Jesus. I don’t hate anyone.” I was not about to argue with the greatest man on my life so I went back to that frustrating job. .

Meanwhile my supervisor moved me to another assignment, but something was wrong with my spirit. I remembered the wise words of wisdom from my dad. Where was that love for those who mistreat you that I was supposed to have as a believer? I was so concerned about my opinion and being in control that perhaps I missed the greatest opportunity to show God’s love.

Praise God for a wise dad and for the many years of Godly wisdom