Christmas 2013 w/ my 86-year-old Dad, John Wesley Johnston25 December 2013
I called my Dad and told him I was coming to see him for Christmas. We had just a few hours alone together before I had to leave. And, we had the best time together. I asked for his advice on a number of issues. As he spoke, it occurred to me that I have been doing this for 40 years — seeking advice from my father. Dad gave me wise counsel. I saw how much I need him and wondered how much longer the Lord will steward him to me and others. Below is a picture of us together when I was 4-years-old on a family vacation to Galveston, TX, and today. God knew what he was doing when he put a “Dad” in our life. We have always been close. We shake hands often when we greet and occasionally hug when we depart. Through my entire ministry he has always been supportive, prayerful, contemplative, and available. He has given me confidence that anything I attempt in the name of the Lord, I can fulfill.
Dad reads his Bible from Genesis to Revelation every 10 1/2 weeks. He prays fervently, every day, on his knees with an extensive list written in his mind. Only in heaven will I will learn how his prayers carried me, shielded me, and protected me. My father has high moral standards. There is no foolishness in his life. He has set an example for me. He reminds me of an Old Testament “Levite,” always preoccupied with the things of God. “JW,” as he is called unconditionally loved my Mom, Joyce, for nearly 60 years. Mom died one year ago and we think about her all the time. When she was struggling with alcholism Dad would often write on notes and cards and give to her: John 3:17, “For God sent not His Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through Him might be saved.” His patience, and God’s power, delivered her from that bondage and she enjoyed 23 years of sobriety.
Dad teaches three Bible studies a week. He loves to the Word, and he is gifted at teaching its truths and challenging those who listen. For 40 years it has been my privilege to teach and preach. He has always critiqued my sermons, and I always listen to his input. How I will miss him when he is gone. So, I wanted to savor the moments alone with him. It was hard to leave and he told me loved me. “I love you, too, Dad,” was my reply as it came time to go. My Dad teaches me character, honesty, a strong work ethic, loyalty to Christ and the Bible, and wisdom and insight in working with others. Merry Christmas Dad!