The Ballestero Blog

I Can’t Think Of Anything Good To Say About Him

My youngest son Andrew just dropped me off at the Airport Shuttle. I am flying to Atlanta today to finish a revival there. He is such a wonderful and caring son. He makes me very proud to be his father. He tells me all the time how much he loves and appreciates me.

My wife and I are blessed to have one daughter, Marisa Hartzell and four sons… Anthony, Bryan, Martyn II, and Andy. My heart tells me they are the best kids in the world.

Knowing that Sunday is Father’s Day. I am content knowing I’ve gotten some Father’s Day hugs and wishes already. My children always make me tear up with their expressions of love and honor.

In savoring the moments with Andy today, I also enjoyed a momentary flashback to a Father’s Day nearly 25 years ago in Christ Temple in South Bend, Indiana where I was pastor.

The Sunday School teacher stood in front of the row of small children on the platform. Children were asked to say what the loved the most about their Daddy. They were required to start by saying… “I love my Daddy because…”

When each one finished, they passed the microphone down to the next child.

They said things like:

• I love my Daddy because… he plays ball with me.
• I love my Daddy because… he takes me fishing.
• I love my Daddy because… he helps me with my homework.
• I love my Daddy because… he likes to play games with me.
• I love my Daddy because… he buys me things.
• I love my Daddy because… he fixes my bike.
• I love my Daddy because… he reads me stories.

Then they handed the microphone to Andrew. His timid little voice said, “I love my Daddy because…

“Ahhhhh…

“Because…

“Ahhhhh…

“Ummm…”

Then he passed the microphone to the next kid as he apologetically said to the audience while shrugging his shoulders.

“I can’t think of anything, he finally said with a little smile in the corner of his mouth.”

The whole church roared with laughter.

I laughed the hardest.