My dad, Curtis Robert Sewell, went home to be with the Lord 17 years ago today. I love this picture, even though the funky glasses make him look a tad bit demented! He was a HUGE tease, and always had a funny comment to make about the little everyday things of life. In this picture, you can tell by the upturned lip that he was on the verge of a big smile and a typical one-liner. On this occasion, it probably would have been, "Don't break your camera, Son." Note the JBC logo over his shoulder. My parents both loved Johnson Bible College--it was the "holy land" in their minds. (It is to most of us who were ever connected to it in any way.)
When I was in 9th grade, dad used to take me to school in his truck. (That year my high school was temporarily re-located while a new campus was being built.) I'll never forget a comment he made to me one morning during our commute. I was angry or frustrated with my mom about something or other. He didn't argue with me. He didn't threaten me. He just reminded me that my mother loved me more than life itself and how I should thank God every day that He'd allowed me to be her son. There were tears in his eyes when he said it. I not only forgave my mom for whatever she'd done, but I had a wonderful confirmation of how much he loved both of us. It's truly a blessing to know that even if you lack a lot of "stuff" in life, when you are loved, you have more than enough.
I love you, Dad. I miss you like crazy.