To my son, Emmanuel on his birthday

28059339_1749536671776371_7579636256076358707_nToday marks the ninth trip around the sun for the little boy who carries the last name that I inherited from my father on to the next generation. I want to instill the following things in his life as he prepares to take on the world as a man some day soon.

I inherited some things from my own father that I would like to pass on to my only son. My dad was my hero as I was growing up. He did many things that I have come to appreciate greatly over the years. My dad had a kind heart. He never met a stranger and he would open his home to anyone. You could always count on some great advice over a hot meal or a cup of coffee. I watched my dad love on my friends and neighbors just as much as he loved on me. My dad was a man of few words, although, when he spoke, he imparted wisdom. He was an example in his actions more than he was in the words that he spoke. As I think back on my life at home with my dad, the Apostle Paul’s words ring in my ears. He wrote a letter to a church in the ancient city of Corinth. He dealt a lot with the subject of manhood. Continue reading

My tribute to Melvin “Bubba” Brewer or “Dad”

I was thinking about what I wanted to say at Dad’s funeral today. I could not quite come up with the words to put it all in order so I just opened the Scriptures for some inspiration. That is one thing that the Scriptures do for me, they inspire. As I was thinking, I realized that my Dad was also an inspiration to me. In fact, I believe he was so inspiring because of his love for the Scriptures and his desire to live them out in his daily life. My Dad was genuine. What you saw was what you got. He did not “play” church. He did not want to impress everyone with his “Christian” lingo. He just put his head down and “did” what the Bible says to do instead of just talking about what the Bible says that we should do. He knew how to love. He loved his wife with all of his heart. He loved his sons with everything that he was. We never had a stranger walk into our house (once you walked in the door you were a friend and treated like a family member). Our friends were part of the family. All people were treated with respect. Continue reading

O DEATH, WHERE IS YOUR STING?

Yesterday morning, we lost my father, Melvin “Bubba” Brewer to his 3 year fight with lung cancer. He was a great man, father, husband, son, brother, and Christian. He lived his life for others. He invested his life in helping others. While meditating on my father’s life this morning, I realized the similarities between his life and what Jesus did while He walked among us on this earth. Jesus took 12 misfits and taught them how to be men. He took them under His wing and showed them how to live life. When they left His presence, they went out and transformed the world. My father did the same thing. He was a coach and he worked with young men who came from difficult families. He did not just take them in as players on a team, he took them in like his own children. Many of the boys were from “rough” families and many people said that they would never be worth anything because of their last name or reputation that they had. After living with my dad for just a few years, they learned how to love others, serve others, and be good citizens contributing to the good of society. Continue reading