Today is my dad’s 76th birthday.
Growing up, he was a great example to me of a good Christian man. He was involved in the church, helping out wherever needed, even building a church building at one time.
Anyone who reads my blog knows that I am open about becoming Catholic. Anyone who is my Facebook friend also would easily be able to tell that I am Catholic. I have often wondered what the people that I grew up protestant with think about that. There are a couple of them that often ‘like’ my status updates, which makes me feel good, but I just sometimes wonder.
Since becoming Catholic, I haven’t had any conversations with him about that decision. Part of the reason being that we don’t live near each other; the other reason is because we just don’t talk as much as we should.
I called him to wish him a Happy Birthday. We had a really nice conversation, and I was telling him all about my recent promotion and about how many doctors’ offices I manage, and his reply was that his is proud of me but then he also said how proud he is of me for what I have been doing in the Catholic Church.
I have always wanted to make him proud of me, and to hear him say that about my faith was one of the most beautiful moments I never expected. In the midst of me trying to make him proud about what I have done in my career, ultimately it was my relationship with God that made him the most proud.
It meant the world to me and I will cherish that conversation always.