I believe he still does. Though he died eight months ago in a few minutes, he lives on eternally. Because of the Word.
Dad loved to study the Word. He studied it well. And thoroughly. And endeavored to live it that way too. He also loved preparing the Word to feed his flock — either as milk or meat, depending on the audience.
For annual Bible Conference at his congregation, the first sermon was always “Thy Word Is Truth.” Because he thought that is foundational. And because he knew we all need reminders.
Today I am thankful again for that legacy.
The photo is of Dad’s desk as I saw it early this afternoon. And part of his book collection. And not just a collection.