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Daughter of Richard – A Father’s Day Thought

6/17/2017

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While Father’s Day is a time to celebrate fatherhood, which is much needed in our current social climate, it is also a time for fathers to reflect on one of their most important jobs, second only to being a husband. Most men have dreams and desires. Nevertheless, what they accomplish in their own personal lives and careers will be insignificant in the history of eternity to how they raise their children.
In the Bible, there was a man called Joshua son of Nun. We know a lot about Joshua. He was initially one of the twelve spies who scouted the Promised Land and, along with Caleb, brought back an enthusiastic report. The advice of Joshua and Caleb to take hold of God’s promise was ignored and the people were forced to wander for 40 years. He later became a great warrior, general and leader. Volumes have been written about his ability as a soldier, his wisdom as a leader and his strong faith in God.
We know almost nothing about Nun.
Imagine, Nun was the father of a man who went on to greatness, fame and fortune, but all the recognition Nun received in history was by virtue of his relationship to his son. I wonder if Nun had dreams of achieving great things or the desire to be known as this type of man or that kind of guy. What did Nun want to be? We will never know in this world, but what we do know is that he raised a son who took on huge challenges, mighty enemies and established the foundations for a great nation. Nun must have done a good job at fatherhood because Joshua was one of the few Biblical characters without any major flaws; there is little written in the Bible detailing any personal, profession or spiritual shortcomings. Also, he had the unenviable task of coming after a charismatic leader of monumental stature, yet Joshua quietly led his people successfully through times of war and peace.
I must confess that there was a time when I dreamed of doing great things for God. I gave Him my life and told Him to use it as He wanted. Today, I am looking back on far more of life than I have in front of me. Age causes a man to reflect on what was and on what is yet to be. As a dad, there have been failures and successes. But, while I can wish that I had done a better job of being a father, I could never wish for a better daughter. Tomorrow, if all history were to say of me was that I was Miriam-Danielle daughter of Richard, I can accept with that.
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Uncle Ron, a personal tribute

6/11/2017

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Today, my extended family suffered the loss of one of our older saints, Ron Miller. He was on my list of heroes and I was fortunate to have had him in my life growing up. I was blessed to have a lot of strong Christian male figures, including my father and Uncle Ron, who were in every way examples of Godly manhood.
I have a number of fond memories of Uncle Ron and his family. We would gather at his home for at least one or two of the Miller family reunions each year. His home was always open, friendly and welcoming and I cannot possibly count the number of times we played cards in the basement, swam in the pool or watched football in the family room. However, my most treasured remembrance was the night before he opened his new paint store. The entire family was invited to a reception in the new building and Uncle Ron arranged to have a time of prayer and dedication to God led by Uncle Wilb. It spoke so much to his faith and determination that his company would be a witness to his faith in Christ. The example marked my life for years to come.
I never heard a disparaging word by anyone in the Goshen community concerning his personal or professional life or about how he conducted his businesses. I believe that God blessed him financially because Uncle Ron was more interested in living a Godly life than economic success. His reputation was such that, when I was inquiring about renting an apartment in Goshen, I mentioned his name as a reference. Apparently, that was enough for my potential landlord; the fact that I was Ron Miller’s nephew was sufficient to give me the apartment over other interested parties. I know because he told me it was the reason he rented the apartment to me without reviewing other applicants.
It could be said that Ron Miller enjoyed a good, long and comfortable life here on Earth. But from what I witnessed of that life, I can attest to the mounds of treasure he stored up in Heaven. His past life in this world was nothing compared to what he is currently enjoying among the saints in the presence of his God, Lord and Savior.
You will be missed, Uncle Ron.
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Remembering Dad...

6/2/2017

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With Father's Day on the horizon, my own father has been on my mind. I miss him and am reminded that a father's job is never done. First, he is a provider and protector, then a teacher, an instructor. He becomes an advisor and moves on to be an encourager. Through it all, he must be a man of prayer, for that is the only way he can be sure he has done all he can. Eventually, after he leaves this life, he is there a greeter, welcoming those he loved in that old world into a new and greater kingdom.
​Below is the eulogy I wrote for my father's memorial. It seems appropriate for celebrating fathers everywhere.
A Tribute to R. Dilmon Black
by: Richard Black
I once saw an interview where a celebrity was asked about his heroes, those who had most influenced his life. And I thought, I should have my own list of heroes. So, I began a mental list and the first person I put on it was born Robert Dilmon Black. Most called him Dilmon and at work he was Blackie. But to me, he was Dad. Of all the people, teachers, professors, pastors I’ve known, none has taught me more than did my father.
First and foremost he showed me what it was to be a man. I believe that most of the qualities of manhood Jesus Christ exhibited on earth could also be seen in Dad.
He was a man of faith who gave God not only a financial tithe but a tithe of service. He taught Sunday school, chaperoned the youth group and never missed a work project at the church.
He was a gentle man; difficult to anger. I remember the last spanking he gave me. It was on the back porch. Actually, it was over his knee, on my butt, on the back porch. I don’t remember my offense, those were impossible to keep track of for they were legion. But I remember the spanking. He used his belt. I cried after the first smack even though it didn’t hurt. He stopped at three whacks – none of them hard enough to even sting. He stopped because it did hurt him more than it hurt me. Yet, I learned so much about the heart of a father.
He was a hard worker. I could count the number of days he missed work on one hand. He arrived on time and worked a full shift or more. His example taught me the value of showing up, the importance of faithfulness in everything, even the day-to-day drudgery of a job.
He could grow things. How he loved his garden. How I hated that garden. The scariest words in the summer were, “we’re going to the garden.” I knew that meant we’re going to the garden until the sun went down. I think that’s why I love a good summer rain; couldn’t go to the garden when it was wet. We weeded and hoed and harvested. Quarts and quarts of strawberries. Tons of carrots, radishes, onions and lettuce. Buckets and buckets of peas, bean and tomatoes. Boy could he grow tomatoes. I may be prejudice but I have never tasted a better tomato than Dad’s; red and yellow, big, round, firm and delicious. And I remember learning about the real world in first grade. Peas were on the menu. I love peas but the mushy, sickly colored sludge they put on my tray were not peas. They were one level from toxic waste. Dad grew peas, real peas.
He was patient. There were six children under one roof; kids who had/have their failings. He made sure we finished school, went to church and respected each other. As well, it was expected we would respect our mother. There was no greater offense than to disrespect Mom. He taught us all to drive; six kids!! I taught one to drive and almost lost my sanity, he did it six times. And those occasions that we had bumps and stumbles, he never showed his disappointment when we came home.
That home was a safe place. It was warm and comfortable. Free of danger. It was filled with love and acceptance. All our needs and some of our wants were met. I know what it means to be rich, for I watched a wealthy man freely give of his wealth to those he loved. Yet, he never asked for anything in return.
He was forgiving. Never can I recall him ever bringing up my past mistakes. I know I must have let him down a time or two but I don’t know how or when or where. He never told me; they were all forgotten.
Over the years, heroes have come and gone. The list has grown and shrunk. But one name has never left it. One person has and always will be my hero.
In college I read a book entitled, The Lord Is My Parole Officer. It was a collection of letters by troubled teens with negative father figures. To assist them in understanding God as their Father, they were encouraged to write about a positive male role model in their lives and relate him to God. I have no problem imagining God as my Father. When I arrive in heaven, the face of God will not be a surprise to me. Because I have seen his image here on Earth. He was  Robert Dilmon Black, my hero, my father, my Dad. And I am proud to be his son.

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