Okay, here goes; time to say something even though I don’t know how I’m going to formulate the words in my mind to type. You had me at 47, when your schedule was the busiest. People and ministries all over the world were pulling on you requesting your presence. With that and so much more happening, though, you had the nerve to still make time for me and put me before the ministry.
You had the audacity and unmitigated gall to father me, to take me to the movies, to come to my little league games, to stand next to me in front of the mirror and teach me how to shave and tie a tie, to teach me how to drive, to teach me responsibility, to teach me how to be a man…… I can’t believe I’m here. Yeah yeah it’s appointed for man to die once, I know. But that applies to everyone except you right Daddy? Not my real life superhero.
My Ironman without need of the armor. My Thor without need of the hammer. My Superman without need of the sun. Or at least you were supposed to go on your terms. Not like this. You didn’t sign up for Covid. Okay but you did code three times. You saw glory didn’t you Daddy? Yeah you did, and in that moment you said I’m staying, they’ll be fine. Oooh it hurts to even think that, but I could never be so selfish to the point where I’d want you to stay here and be miserable.
You deserve to rest from your labors and dwell with the God who loves you more than I ever could. Of course I’ll miss the whole of you. Your idiosyncratic attributes, your meticulousness, your extreme discipline, which are just a few of the things that made you unique and wonderful. But now you get to enjoy your promotion Daddy. I will honor and continue your legacy to the best of my ability. I salute you man of God, an elder statesman, a man of men, a man emeritus. I love you immensely, but now you can rest easy king. Until we meet again. #apostleprice#frederickkcprice#king#yourpastorsfavoritepastor#mydad