God empowered him; and my father, when he stood to preach, he wasn't preaching his message, he was preaching God's message.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My Father had a profound influence on me. He was a lunatic.
My father was a man who didn't consider himself learned. He was a man who liked to be a farmer. He enjoyed his dairy farm and felt the calling. So there was a dedication. I was dedicated as a child to the service of God, and so there was this continual centering of a greater purpose than your own.
God was treated like this powerful, erratic, rather punitive father who has to be pacified and praised. You know, flattered.
My father was a huge influence on me.
My father used to see God in human beings and in his work. Each person has his own way.
My father in his way influenced me and my sister to educate ourselves and to try to do things in life.
I made a decision when my father passed away that I was going to be who God made me to be and not try to preach like my father.
I worshipped my father.
My father was a no-nonsense, dedicated, and focused minister, and there was usually a sermon he needed to prepare for or a Scripture he needed to study, and that always came first.
My father was my god. His approval was so valuable to me.