06/19/2026
Happy Father's Day!
I really love Father's Day, not just because my kids treat me to a special lunch, but even more because it reminds me of the wonderful father that God blessed me with—my dad, the Rev. Albert E. Sparks Jr. He was truly a kind and giving father, and I have so many cherished memories of him.
He was courageous and inventive. He was a builder of both things and people. He helped others succeed beyond his own accomplishments. He helped my brother, sister, and me accomplish goals that we had—and goals that he had for us. He instilled in all of us, along with many others to whom he ministered, a vision to dream about what God could do in and through our lives.
He was an optimist who loved to laugh. He taught us that life would involve hard work, but that work could be enjoyable when done together. He also taught us that suffering would come into our lives, but that we could face it with courage and find our strength and peace in Jesus Christ, his Lord and Savior.
Dad was a scrappy little kid, born in Pennsville, NJ. He was the firstborn son of my grandparents, Albert E. Sparks Sr. and Elizabeth (Bausch) Sparks. He had two older sisters and would eventually become one of eight children. They were not a church-going Christian family at the time, and Dad ran around the neighborhood with a ragtag group of kids, getting into various kinds of trouble and somehow managing not to drown in the Delaware River, where they found most of their summer fun.
A local pastor of a small Methodist church saw these kids and began reaching out to them. Dad really connected with this pastor. My grandfather struggled with alcohol and gambling, leaving the family financially strained and often lacking adequate food during the Great Depression. Rev. Eastlack became a godly role model for Dad. He guided him to follow Jesus and encouraged him to consider pastoral ministry.
After high school, Dad rode his motorcycle to Marion, Indiana, to attend Marion College, where he met my mom.
I am always amazed by my dad's story and by how God came to rescue a little boy from a troubled home through the love and kindness of a simple pastor serving a seemingly insignificant little church in a struggling little town. When you think about it, that's where Jesus came from. Nazareth—what good could come from Nazareth?
God is writing our stories, and He is graciously rescuing us from our own destructive desires. His handprint is on our very lives, reminding us of His abundant love and mercy. My life has been profoundly shaped by my dad, and his life was profoundly shaped by a man whom God placed in his path to reveal the love of his Heavenly Father.
So, Happy Father's Day! He is a good, good, great, and gracious Father!
I hope we see you this Sunday, or sometime soon.
God's peace,
Fr. Greg