My Dad & Three Ironically Shared Birthdays

That’s a portrait of Lawrence Joseph Scheets, Jr., my dad. Today would have been his birthday. Or, I guess it still is, right?

He taught me a lot about many things, but I learned even more by simply being with him, watching him, and listening to him.

He died at age 48. I used to tell people I wanted to make it to 50 just to outlive him. I still tell people I want to outlive him; that phrase takes on new meaning every day.

I miss him. Horribly.

This is a portrait of Charles Wesley, phenomenal lyricist. He was also born December 18.

Much of his story and theology and more can be found in his songs. They also articulate much of the same for innumerable others, including me. Suffice it to say that number 363 in our official United Methodist Hymnal is a, if not the, primary example: And Can It Be?

Especially verse 4.

And then there’s Keith Richards, who like the other two men here, was born December 18. This is one of my favorite pictures of him, for a lotta reasons.

I’ll stop this one right there.

Roll all three of them together and whaddya get?