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My Father

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I have a wonderful Father.  And he is still in my life in spite of the fact I am now 72.   I DO know what a gift that is.  Many never knew their Dads.  Many lost their Dads long before my current age.   And there are those whose Dads are still here physically, but who no longer recognize them.  I don’t think it is common to still have your Dad in your life at my age.  I am so thankful!

My Dad loved my Mom and all of us.  He loves the Lord and was a great example (and still is) of what that means.  It is true that he has always been kind and accepting of all people who cross his path.  He sees the best in others and anticipates that,  but he has never forgotten that we all need a Savior, and we have one in Jesus.

Dad will always be the example of a pastor to me.  When he was pastoring his flock was always on his mind.  If there was a need, a sadness, a disaster, he wanted to be there.  I  remember many funerals he had for strangers, often homeless people who no one claimed when they died.  The funeral director knew Dad cared about them so he called Dad, who always said “Yes,”   I remember Dad driving someone to work day after day because the man needed a job to support his family and his car had broken down.

I remember my Dad always took 10% out of whatever he made and gave it to the church.  It was a priority for him.

Dad cared about his community.  He was a very busy pastor with a LOT of kids and yet he once (at least) was the PTA president.  He worked with Nathan Kaye on the (I think it was) bi-centenial celebration in Ashaway, and he loved that as history was one of Dad’s interests.  Dad made it a point to meet with area pastors and worked on many ecumenical neighborhood worship services.

Dad has always been a good provider.  He planted gardens wherever we lived and they were productive and well managed.  When he, Mom and the younger kids moved to Denver he came up with a system to divert laundry water into his garden for irrigation.  Dad was a consummate farmer and probably still would be if arthritis  hadn’t curbed his activity.

Now Dad is nearing 99 and continues to convey grace and kindness to those he meets.  He still finds joy in simple things, and he continues to look on the bright side of things and tell silly jokes, remembering the punch lines.  And yes, he still draws and paints.  God has been gracious and good to him and his children!  I’m glad he is my father!





Ever Thankful

“In Him we live and move and have our being.”   

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The Loom of Time

Man’s life is laid in the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity.

Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.

But the weaver watches with skillful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow.

God surely planned the pattern:
Each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care.

He only knows its beauty,
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive,
As well as the threads of gold.

Not till each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why

The dark threads were as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned.

Author Unknown –

Give thanks in all circumstances for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.


I Thessalonians 5: 18

Cathedral of My Enchantments

More from Stephen Pentz:

        The Wind Shifts

This is how the wind shifts:
Like the thoughts of an old human,
Who still thinks eagerly
And despairingly.
The wind shifts like this:
Like a human without illusions,
Who still feels irrational things within her.
The wind shifts like this:
Like humans approaching proudly,
Like humans approaching angrily.
This is how the wind shifts:
Like a human, heavy and heavy,
Who does not care.

Wallace Stevens, Harmonium (Alfred A. Knopf 1923).

And this:

As I suggested here recently, wisdom does not necessarily come with age.  I can attest to that.  But growing old does provide an opportunity to pare your life down to essentials.  Think of all the things you once thought were important and that now mean nothing.  The length of that list will depend upon the length of your time upon the earth, dear reader.

One day you will realize, out of the blue, that you have lived more years than the number of years that remain to you.  On that day, life becomes simpler.  You may turn your attention to the wind.


Cathedral of my enchantments, autumn wind, I grew old giving thanks.
Czeslaw Milosz, Road-side Dog (Farrar, Straus and Giroux 1998).

James McIntosh Patrick, “Braes o’ Lundie”