What Dad Taught Me About Work – Father’s Day Reflections

My dad was a roofer. For more than 50 years, he climbed ladders, crawled over rooftops, and literally hung on the edge of danger.

He eschewed air nail guns and most powered tools, choosing the patient, deliberate act of hammering shakes one at a time. Each one was accurately placed, as if the entire house depended on it.

His was a simple approach. He rarely hired a crew, choosing instead the lonely road of a dedicated craftsman. Advertising? His calling card was an old 1951 Chevy truck with a custom roof that he drove down the highway with a ladder strapped to the top. He was famous for that truck and regularly people would pull up at a stoplight, roll down their windows and ask him to come over and give an estimate for work.

He never cheated his customers. He always backed up his work – sometimes repairing leaks that had made it through four or five tough winters before breaking down. He always had a smile and gentle way that exhibited Christ’s love.

His skill, his honesty and his integrity won him many loyal customers and fed our family.

I remember sitting on a roof with my dad as a small boy, eating half his sandwich and stealing coffee from his Thermos. I would catch his grey eyes, staring off at some distant shore. Where ever it was, I wanted to be there with him.

He breathed many a silent prayer on those roofs, simple thanks for the blessings of living another day. Such is the way of my father.

Dad never made a lot of money. But I learned that work wasn’t just about getting ahead. It was about glorifying God through your labor. It was about a High Calling that didn’t have to be articulated, but was lived.

He’s retired now, but his ethics, his serenity and his faith lives on in his children.

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