By Larry Sitz Kedron Church of Christ

By Larry Sitz

Kedron Church of Christ

Do you often think your life, and what you are teaching others, has absolutely no effect on their lives? At times I feel this way, but in my old age, I now realize what profound effect many others have had on my life. Whether we know it or not, someone is listening to every word we say, and closely watching how we conduct ourselves on this walk, we call life.


My grandfather (Clarence Hunt, 1897-1990) owned a small farm only a short walk from where I grew up and he was a part of my life on a daily basis. He was a devout Christian for over 70 years, and taught me the bible, but never pushed religion or went about spouting scripture every minute. He didn't need to, for one could see it in the way he conducted his life every single day. He is the very reason I am a Christian today, although he was long dead before his life and teachings took effect on my life. Without his example, I could very well have ended up in jail, or dead, with the life I was living. A few years ago I wrote a poem in his memory that I would like to share. I call it simply, "My Pap".

To my way of thinking he was ancient, when I was just a boy of only nine, or maybe ten; As I think about the years and count the time, I'm now much older than he was then.

He was my Pap on my mothers side, and I can still hear his voice if I turn back the page; He really loved to talk, and his advice was often flavored, with a bit of wit and sage.

He grew up in a world where the only way to go was by wagons, river boats, or trains; He was no stranger to a team, his rough hands were often holding to the bridle reins.

As a mere boy he worked in a coal mine, beside the river with the name of Mud; That old river was part of his life, indeed its muddy waters seemed to flow in his blood.

He sometimes took us boys camping on the banks of that old grand and muddy pearl; And for a week we were lost to all cares, as we fished and roamed, in that bygone world.

I can still see him coming through the gate, bare foot with a pail of milk from the cow; And as he worked the mule, everyone could tell, he was a wizard with the turning plow.

When I was young he taught me how to use an ax, and with a hoe to deftly work the soil; He seemed to enjoy all the common chores, deep in thought, as he went about his daily toil.

The first real work I ever remember, was helping him pull a crosscut through a hickory log, but later on I wasn't any help at all, as I sat on the fence, and watched him scrape a hog.

He could chop down a tree or scull a boat for hours and never even break into a sweat, yet on the other hand, he was also the kindest and the gentlest man, that I have ever met.

After a hard day of hoeing corn, he took us kids for a dip in the local swimming hole; My memories of that old man are now a comfort, as my mind drifts back to those days of old.

He would tell us stories, all the while trotting some child on his knee like it was a horse; Probably he never knew it, but in my later life, his guide was a positive driving force.

You could never be around him for too long, before some funny tale took its merry toll; He truly believed laughter was like a medicine, good for both the body and the soul.

No matter how many times I saw him, I never failed to leave without a smile upon my face, and even if I should live to be a hundred, no one else in my life, could ever take his place.

All his life he tried to walk in the steps of the Savior, and always strove for the right; He knew and believed every word of the bible, and never let that goal slip from his sight.

Now I understand much more of what he said and thought, as old age creeps upon my face; I am proud to be his grandson, and try to be more like him, as I run my earthly race.

Finally, when all here is said and done, and we meet once more in that shining land of glory; There is no doubt in my mind, he will have us laughing there, with another funny story.

Brother Richard Sitz speaks for us on the first Sunday of each month and Crittenden Drive Church of Christ has graciously supplied us with a host of excellent guest speakers for the remaining weeks of the month. We invite one and all to come worship with us and be uplifted by these fine presentations of the "Good News" of God's Holy Word.