#115 our story

Raquel, sister of Sara and Genesis, will be getting married this Saturday. She graduated from the university and now is taking the next step in her life. She told me that the doctors are still on strike so Genesis is not getting her examinations monthly.

The children are taking final exams as this is the last week of the school year.

Dottie asked me to ask you please if you are a seamstress and can come to Casa and help her make school skirts. Pray about it please!

A group from a Guatemalan church visited to see what they could do to help. As you know we have another Guatemalan church who uses our church on the property each week.

 

My father had a heart attack and passed away in 1972. It was a Sunday and I was preaching at Horseshoe Drive in Alexandria. There was a commotion in the choir behind so I stopped and saw the pastor walking up to me. He told me that my father was very ill in Bunkie about 30 miles away. So we sped to the hospital there and he was already deceased. He never did get to see what God had done throughout the years. That has one of my largest regrets.

My Dad loved his children. He was so proud of all of us. The story of a playoff football game became a legend for my father and his friends. We were playing Landry High School in Lake Charles and were losing 14 to 12 as the clock was ticking away. Landry had to punt and I was fortunate to field the punt and run 88 yards for the winning touchdown.

But that wasn’t the legend. As I ran down the sidelines my Dad began running on the sidelines. He ran as fast as I did and he did it with a broken back. For days the story of the game was how my Dad had run with his son.

Every child needs a father. I believe that is why the Lord sent me to Guatemala 17 years after my Dad’s death. When we received the first four children from the courts I was not sure as to what I should be called. I did not want to be Senor Clark or Mister Clark or Director Clark. However Angelina who was not yet a teenager asked me one night if she could call me Papi. The name has stuck all these years. Of course, the children called Dottie Mami.

If God would give me any great gift I would want it to be that I would be a better father to my adopted children as well as my Guatemalan children. I remember a boy who was in the university and lived here for years asking me, “Why doesn’t my daddy love me?’ Being a father is a man’s greatest responsibility.