Father’s Day 2006 was the most memorable one I’ve ever experienced. Having recently moved from the Chicago area to accept the call as the lead pastor in suburban Seattle, I asked my retired pastor-dad to preach.

Because he was battling terminal cancer, I knew it would likely be the last time he’d give a sermon. It was a poignant morning. Dad preached like there was no tomorrow (perhaps because he wasn’t sure how many tomorrows he had left).

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