About Jesus - Steve (Stephen) Sweetman

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I Am My Father's Son


I hear parents say "he (or she) sure didn't get that from me."  Genetically speaking, he or she is more like their parents than what their parents are willing to admit.  He or she probably did get that from his or her parents.  It's a matter of DNA.  So yes, I am my father's son, and my never-asked-for long nose proves that.  "Steve looks just like Clifford," they say.  Sure, dad never had long hair and a beard like me, but if he was raised in the 1960's as I was, I'm sure he would have had long hair and a beard.      


Dad loved country music with its intoxicating soothing sound of the steel guitar that he played with perfection.  That's why I love the steel guitar and have a tough time withholding a tear in remembrance of dad whenever I hear it being played.  Like dad, I play the guitar, but I am not as good as he was, which reminds me of the fourth saddest moment of my life.  It was in May 2001, just two weeks before dad died.  He told me to pull out his beloved 1975 Martin D35 guitar so I could keep for myself, and that after he had given me his triple-neck, early 1950's National steel guitar and his 1980 Dobro.  After playing my Martin D35 in 1975, he gave me the money to buy him one, which now sits beside mine.      


Willie Nelson wrote the song "Family Bible" in 1957.  I recall hearing it on dad's Porter Wagoner album in the early 1960's.  Little did dad know that Willie Nelson would become one of his son's country favourites.     


Dad was never late for anything, and neither have I been late for anything, unless someone has made me late.  Dad was highly organized, as I am.  He always kept masking tape on hand because he viewed it as a fix-all, just as I seem to do.  Dad was an independent, do-it-myself guy, and that's why I'll try doing it myself before I ask for help.  Dad studied his Bible, as I've done since 1970, although I've had good study tools he never had.      


I've been legally blind since birth, having four percent of normal vision, which I inherited from dad.  Most all the nerves behind my eyes sending the visual images to my brain are dead.  Dad saw better than me, and so he could drive a car and hold down a job, but not me. 


Like dad, I was diagnosed with prostate cancer.  Unlike dad who didn't have his prostate removed, I did.   His cancer spread and he died within five years at the age of seventy seven.  I am my father's son, and so at the age of seventy two, I wonder about my day of departure.  Do I need to write more?  I could.   


As Christians who have experienced a second birth, our heavenly Father's DNA resides within us via His Spirit.  So I ask, "are you your Father's son or daughter, exhibiting His DNA characteristics?  Might He ever say, he (or she) never got that from me?"         


Post Script


The saddest time in my life was when my two little boys had to hear their mother (my first wife) tell them she was leaving our family home.  The second saddest moment in my life was the day after dad's funeral when my sister and I moved mom from her family home forever, only to relocate to a nursing home.  The third saddest time in my life was when at the age of sixty four our dog Jesse, my first pet, sat on my lap as my wife drove us to the vet to say our final good-bye to our precious little friend.  The day dad gave me his beloved 1975 Martin D35 guitar, then, ranks as the fourth saddest day of my life.                        


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