
The Son
The Son
So why would you want to listen to a guy like me? I’m really nobody special.
I don’t have any great qualifications to be authoritative in my writing. No theology training here, that’s for sure. My only qualification is that I have been a redeemed sinner for over six decades. Experience? Oh, I’ve got experience…..tons of it, if experience in needing to be forgiven is what we’re talking about. Please don’t hold that against me. I’ve had my ups, I’ve had my downs, still do. I’m like any other born-again believer, but Father God has always, I repeat, always been faithful to me. I’ve experienced His love, mercy and forgiveness in a thousand different ways. I hope you have too!
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Some might say I don’t have a valid platform to speak from about the delicate

walk of faith as a Christ follower. They might even be right. I have been extremely blessed in so many ways, all of them undeserved. Grace. Won’t go into those here. But like any believer, I’ve had my struggles, hardships and pain. Are they different from yours? Most likely. Have they been worse than yours? Maybe yes, maybe no. Who’s to say? I don’t have a divinely calibrated yardstick to measure struggles and pain? Do you? But this I do know, my Christ transcends all our measuring attempts. The same love, mercy and forgiveness he has given to you, he has given to me, freely and without shame. I believe His love can transect and be inserted into our lives, anywhere, anytime and in any hard circumstance. Yes, He’s that good. For some reason He has given me the life that I’ve have lived and am still living and His grace upon grace washes over me every single day, outrageous unmerited love.

So, as a regular ol’ Christ follower, I share with you these letters written to my father in the last year and half of his life. After I committed to write “Pops” every day on his 98th birthday, I had to adjust to the daily discipline to find time to write. After getting into the groove, I began to enjoy the daily process of the thought giving. He enjoyed them too, multiple times he told me so.
Some interesting things. I hold a bachelor’s degree in Biology and a master’s degree in Genetic Toxicology but ended up selling teenage clothing, eventually owning 6 stores. Who would have ever thunk it? I became a father at the age of 47 and I love my son and daughter till it aches. I love being their dad, the gift that keeps on giving. I love my wife Cindy even more. I met her in the middle of an Arabian desert at a little mission hospital while a student at UCLA. She’s been my greatest blessing for over 45 years of marriage. Yes, she’s that wonderful!
That’s me. If you were to catch me at home, I’d probably be doing just regular stuff. I’d might have a good book in hand, I might be mowing the lawn or exercising on my spin-bike. My favorite pastime is sipping coffee with my best friend Cindy on our sofa. Our dog Coco, a standard poodle, is always itching to go on a walk, he’ll bark till I give in and take him out, he takes some of my time also. Whatever you do, don’t interrupt me while I struggle learning to play our baby grand piano. You just might want to leave, save your ears, at this stage it ain’t pretty. Like I said, that’s me, Steve Johnson. Glad you’re here.
