FATHER'S DAY LETTER
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Just the other day I was thinking about my father, Paul Schiewek. If he was still alive, he would be 105 years old. It is hard to comprehend the passing of time. He died in 1986 at the age of 78, so he has been in heaven 27 years.
Last Sunday, I and Mildred and my brother, David and his wife Juanita, went to church at the Santiam Chapel in Lyons, Oregon. That is the church that my father and mother started in 1952. On that early Summer day, they stretched a tarp in our back yard and held the first service. There were not many people there, but the church grew. Here it is, 61 years later, and the church is still in existence in a beautiful facility.
There are no bridges or towns or even streets named after my father. The only lasting tributes to his existence are found in the legacy he left. Besides the church, his legacy resides in his children. It is amazing to me that all three of us children were in Christian ministry. Now that is a legacy, and it is being carried on in his great-grandchildren as they dedicate themselves to serve the Lord in churches and as missionaries.
What he accomplished is lasting, not only in time on this earth, but forever in heaven. Who knows how many people will be rejoicing around Jesus' throne as a result of my father's dedication to serve the Lord? Eternity will tell. My goal is to be as successful as my father.
I love you very much. Dad (and Grandpa).
Time
Just the other day I was thinking about my father, Paul Schiewek. If he was still alive, he would be 105 years old. It is hard to comprehend the passing of time. He died in 1986 at the age of 78, so he has been in heaven 27 years.
Last Sunday, I and Mildred and my brother, David and his wife Juanita, went to church at the Santiam Chapel in Lyons, Oregon. That is the church that my father and mother started in 1952. On that early Summer day, they stretched a tarp in our back yard and held the first service. There were not many people there, but the church grew. Here it is, 61 years later, and the church is still in existence in a beautiful facility.
There are no bridges or towns or even streets named after my father. The only lasting tributes to his existence are found in the legacy he left. Besides the church, his legacy resides in his children. It is amazing to me that all three of us children were in Christian ministry. Now that is a legacy, and it is being carried on in his great-grandchildren as they dedicate themselves to serve the Lord in churches and as missionaries.
What he accomplished is lasting, not only in time on this earth, but forever in heaven. Who knows how many people will be rejoicing around Jesus' throne as a result of my father's dedication to serve the Lord? Eternity will tell. My goal is to be as successful as my father.
I love you very much. Dad (and Grandpa).
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