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  • July 11, 2014 - Reflections

    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...


 

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June 14, 2013 - The Worth of a Lunch Pail

By Doris Knoles

In March 2003, just two weeks before his 50th wedding anniversary, my dad suffered a stroke. It was the deciding factor that led my parents to move from their home of 48 years to a ground-level apartment. We had planned a 50th anniversary celebration for them June 1 with all of their children. By that time, Dad could stand and take a few steps with assistance. It was a privilege to honor Dad and Mom for their faithfulness to each other and to our family.

The next day we began moving them into their new home. My husband, John, and my youngest brother, David, were cleaning the basement of the old house. They found two of Dad's old beat-up lunch pails. As they each decided to keep one, John commented to David, "In helping to pack your parents' household goods, I found nothing that your dad ever bought for himself. All his finances were poured into his family. These old, worn-out lunch pails bear testimony to his selflessness over the last 50 years."

Paul wrote to Timothy, "If a man desire the office of a bishop, he desireth a good work. A bishop then must be blameless, the husband of one wife, vigilant, sober, of good behaviour, given to hospitality, apt to teach; not given to wine, no striker, not greedy of filthy lucre; but patient, not a brawler, not covetous; one that ruleth well his own house, having his children in subjection with all gravity. ... Moreover he must have a good report of them which are without" (1 Timothy 3:1-4,7, KJV).

Dad was never a bishop, but he wonderfully modeled this Scripture. And those lunch pails bore witness to his Christlike character. Dad used those lunch pails for over 30 years as he worked faithfully every day at a dairy to support his family of five children. He never finished high school, but he had godly wisdom. He never had his "name in lights," but he is held in high esteem by his family, fellow church members and neighbors. His love for God was evident in all he did.

Dad was a deacon at his church for many years. Later on, he and Mom served their pastor, cleaning up after construction workers when a new church was built and then maintaining the facility every week when it was finished. The pastor told us Dad was grieved he could no longer clean the church after his stroke.

So, what is the value of a lunch pail? It is priceless. It represents love for family and friends, faithfulness, integrity, respect, honor, character, responsibility, humbleness, servanthood and, most of all, a deep love for God and His Word.

On Oct. 5, 2006, Dad was promoted to his heavenly home. But his legacy still lives through his children and grandchildren. Thanks, Dad, for showing us Jesus. Happy Father's Day!

— Doris Knoles and her husband, John, minister with Native American Marriage Enrichment.

 

 

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