06/22/2026
My dad and I don’t share similar tastes in music. I love lots of music. He loves The Gaither Gospel Hour. 😂
Growing up can be weird. As you get older, your parents move from superheroes who know everything to adults you don’t always see eye-to-eye with. It’s weird. It’s weird to develop adult relationships with them and have different preferences. It’s weird to see the world differently than the person you believed could carry it on their back. Sometimes those differences are small. Like music.
We still don’t agree on what constitutes good music. But tonight, watching him enjoy his music while the crowd on TV worshipped Jesus, I saw superhero all over again.
We might not see eye-to-eye on everything, but the fact that his musical preference-regardless of the form, sound, or delivery-is worship, reminded me of one thing: his heart is always set on Jesus. What more could I ask for? I couldn’t be more grateful for the man I call Dad, or Pops, or Ern-Dog, or Abo.
Happy Father’s Day.