Throughout my life, I’ve often marveled at friends who master certain trades. I always ask, “Where did you learn that?” Most of the time the answer is, “My dad had a workshop.” From carpenters to carpet installers, this is usually the response. It seems the workshop of a father leaves a lasting impression.

This is also the case with me. My father’s workshop was not made of bricks or boards. My father’s workshop took the form of hospital rooms, funeral homes, shut-in visits and everyday church life. My father’s workshop taught the love of Christ through humility and servanthood.

It was a workshop of discipline and respect of which I am very grateful for.

Many lessons were taught in this workshop, and there are still many more to learn and pass on. I’m thankful for such a great teacher. Happy Father’s Day, Dad, love you.

— Josh Welch

China Grove