My Grandfathers Words

Due to the amazing ability of our elders, specifically my Grandmother Kathryn Thompson, to preserve some of her most valued possessions. I am able to share with you something I believe to be invaluable. My family stumbled upon a box of my Grandfathers hand written notes and sermons dated from 1960-1964. He was in seminary school in 1960 and was already a father to one and hoping to start his own congregation. I do not intend to elaborate much on what my Grandfathers notes say. Nor will I alter any words I cannot make out. I want to do nothing more than share it with my family, friends and to echo his voice to a generation 50 years after he passed. I never met my grandfather, but I am his namesake. Something, I despised as an early human being. In my manhood, it's something I’ve grown to love and cherish. I hope only to get to know a glimpse of the man who I have never known and in doing so grow in my faith. All I really know is he was a good man, tall, strong, of hardy stock and devout in his belief. He died an agonizing, slow death from a rare disease with no cure, (Scleroderma) while maintaining his strength and religious beliefs in front of his 3 daughters, wife and mother. These are his words and his gospel teachings……