Who’s Your Daddy?

We never know what one
kind word can do for another person.
God Bless.

A seminary professor was vacationing with his wife in Gatlinburg ,
Tennessee .
One morning, they were eating breakfast at a little restaurant,
hoping to enjoy a quiet, family meal.
While they were waiting for their food, they noticed a distinguished
looking, white-haired man moving from table to table, visiting with the guests.
The professor leaned over and whispered to his wife, “I hope he

doesn’t come over here.” But sure enough, the man did come
over to their table.
“Where are you folks from?” he asked in a friendly voice.“
Oklahoma ,” they answered.

“Great to have you here in Tennessee ,” the
stranger said… “What do you do for a living?”

“I teach at a seminary,” he replied.
“Oh, so you teach preachers how to preach, do you?

Well, I’ve got a really great story for you. ”
And with that, the gentleman pulled up a
chair and sat down at the table with the couple.

The professor groaned and thought to himself, “Great..

Just what we need…. Another preacher story!”


The man started, “See that mountain over there?

(Pointing out the restaurant window). Not far
from the base of that mountain, there was a boy
born to an unwed mother. He had a hard
time growing up, because every place he
went, he was always asked the same question,’Hey boy,

who’s your daddy?’ Whether he was at school, in the

grocery store or drug store, people would ask the same question,
‘Who’s your daddy?’  He would hide at
recess and lunch time from other students. He
would avoid going in to stores because that
question hurt him so bad.

When he was about 12 years old, a new preacher came to
his church. He would always go in
late and slip out early to avoid hearing the
question, ‘Who’s your daddy?’
But one day, the new preacher said the benediction so
fast that he got caught and had to walk out with the crowd.

Just about the time he got to the back door, the new
preacher, not knowing anything about him,
put his hand on his shoulder and asked him,
‘Son, who’s Your daddy?’

The whole church got deathly quiet.

He could feel every eye in the church was looking
at him. Now everyone would finally know
the answer to the question,’Who’s your daddy?’
This new preacher, though, sensed
the situation around him and using discernment
that only the Holy Spirit could give, said the
following to that scared little boy..
‘Wait a minute! I know who you are! I
see the family resemblance now. You are a child
of God.  With that he patted the boy on
his shoulder and said, ‘Boy, you’ve got
a great inheritance.. Go and claim it.’

With that, the boy smiled for
the first time in a long time and walked out the
door a changed person. He was never the
same again. Whenever anybody asked him, ‘Who’s
your Daddy?’ he’d just tell them, ‘I’m a Child
of God…’”
The distinguished gentleman got up from the table

and said, “Isn’t that a great story?”
The professor responded that it really was a great

As the man turned to leave, he said, “You know,
if that new preacher hadn’t told me that
I was one of God’s children, I probably
never would have amounted to anything!”

And he walked away..
The seminary professor and his
wife were stunned. He called the waitress over
and asked her,
“Do you know who that man was — the one who just

left that was sitting at our table?”

The waitress grinned and said, “Of course. Everybody

here knows him. That’s Ben Hooper. He’s governor of
Tennessee !”
Someone in your life today may need a reminder that they’re

one of God’s Children!
“The grass withers and the flowers
fall, but the word of God stands Forever.” ~~Isaiah 40:8

Keep this going.   You have no idea which one of
your e-mail buddies could use a little hope today.
John 3:16   For God so loved the
world that he gave his only son, that
whoever believed in him would not perish,
but have everlasting life.

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