Every family leaves a legacy of some worth which lasts three or four generations. Sometimes, one good man raises up to see need and wisely chooses his cases. If the man is strong enough in his teaching then it, most likely, carries on for a few generations.
What finer thing can be said about a person: “She saw need and she helped.” “He saw the wound and bandaged back to health.” The first memories of my life were of going by my daddy’s mechanic/paint garage.
We weren’t in town more than monthly to pick up necessities like Crisco, flour, cornmeal, and both sweet milk and buttermilk. From the earliest days, I sensed that Daddy’s shop was special. Besides Daddy and my brother, there would be anywhere from four to eight others sitting around and drinking coffee.
There were no lively debates, just the common man with his common sense. Once I drove, I’d stop by at will, to discover a think tank of men, educated little or not at all, as well as high thinking, powerful men. They knew the horrors of war which gave them insights that many will never know.
And if they didn’t know the Lord, then Daddy began his sermon. Ninety percent of the times I stopped by, the Bible was opened, in his hand, being taught with a discernment that only a Godly man can possess. If he wasn’t preaching to both those who are steadfast and world fast, that old King James, Schofield Bible was still no further than a finger’s touch away.
This I can promise you: Ralph Satterfield never had .
