Phil Robertson’s passing in some strange way made me cry and smile. What a homecoming that was. I imagine him hearing the words “Well done my good and faithful servant!”.

We aren’t into duck hunting, and we never got into that show, but a few years ago Gary heard a podcast with him, and he came home all excited and wanted me to watch it with him. It really touched him. I try not to ever speak for Gary and his testimony because it’s his to share, not mine.. but he has been very effected by certain ppl in his journey, and Phil, and the Robertson boys would be high on his list I can assure you. We watched The Blind with the kids and I could tell it really moved Gary.

I always think of myself as the one who has broken a lot of generational curses, but Gary really has to. Him being present and being as involved as he is with his children and not being statistically what he should be is a huge thing. Statistically based on his experience with his own father, he should be living in a trailer park somewhere, high or drunk everyday, seeing his kids on the weekends. That’s just facts. I can’t even tell you how proud I am of him and his sisters for raising strong families.

That’s what’s so important about guys like the Robertsons, they are relatable and remind us that ppl don’t always find God in church, because they weren’t raised in one. Sometimes it’s in a bar room at the worst time of our lives. Sometimes it’s despite what we’ve experienced.

So it seems appropriate that he would pass on Memorial Day weekend, because he was a hero too. He was a saver of souls.