
The photo above was taken at our house on Rua Jonathas Pedrosa in Manaus during my first year of life. I love this picture. Dad is letting me stand on my own two feet, but he's close enough to catch me if I fall (and with a head that big, a kid is bound to be topheavy!). That summarizes his parenting and our relationship for the past 49 years.
Years ago I found a poem that J. Sidlow Baxter, a favorite of my dad's, had included in one of his books. Beatrice Cleland wrote the poem for her pastor, but it immediately reminded me of my precious father whose character always reflected the life of His Savior. May others be able to apply this poem to me as well as I can to my father, Wallace York.
Not only by the words you say
Not only in your deeds confessed
But in the most unconscious way
Is Christ expressed.
Was it a beatific smile,
Or holy light upon your brow?
Oh no, I felt His presence when
You laughed just now.
For me, 'twas not the truth you taught,
To you so clear, to me so dim,
But when you came to me you brought
A sense of Him.
And from your eyes, He beckons me
And from your lips, His love is shed,
Till I lose sight of you
And see the Christ instead.
