Father's Day, when memories abound...
Dad at 19 (Louis James Martin)
Minnesota
Louis & Lila Martin
On this Father's Day, when I am camping with my two sons and two oldest grandsons (start of a new tradition!), I will be thinking of those many vacations we had with Mom and Dad. Almost 99.9% of them were camping, as that was the most economical thing we could do, with eight kids in the family. And we loved it!
Departing from our home in Cedar Falls, Iowa each August, when Dad got two weeks off from Viking Pump Company (the iron foundry plant shut down during that annual time), we motored down the highway in the baby blue, 1960 Ford station wagon, pulling the matching painted, homemade camper Dad had built.
We explored the Colorado Rocky Mountain highs (sing it John Denver!); experienced a mother black bear steal our food at our campsite, near Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming, right under our pull out camper bed; and even got sun-baked in the Badlands of South Dakota.
If it wasn't a Far West trip, it was an adventurous time in the many state parks located in my land of birth, Minnesota. The "Land of 10,000 Lakes", or "God's country" as we knew it. Elba, Minnesota, home of numerous cousins on Dad's side, had a nice state park just down the winding, hilly, country road. Fun times eating s'mores over the campfire every night!
At age 65, in 1995, Dad and Mom moved from Iowa to North Carolina, just two years after his retirement from Viking when he was 63. He had spent more than 30 years at the foundry, and Charlotte looked like a great place to settle down now for the golden years, in a new home. Three of us kids were here already. I knew he also wanted to serve alongside, as a volunteer, with the ministry I was working with.
We had some more times together then. Most memorable for me was working as a crew, gutting a horse barn to make it into a church meeting location. Once rebuilt, the Lord Jesus and His Holy Spirit sure did enjoy showing up in "The Barn", during our Friday all night praise and prayer meetings known as "The Watch".
But just four short years after his move to Charlotte, in 1999 the Lord rewarded my Dad with the best home. Though that was tough for Mom and the kids, the good Father knows best. He always does.
Dad's death came as a result of lymphoma cancer, at the young age of 68. (He had found out that he had it when he was 64.) His almost seven decade birthday was to have been just two days later in July. He had "hung on" so he could see his first granddaughter, Sarah Johnson, get married in Kentucky that June. The Lord had granted him that last desire of his heart. Dad had a father's and a grandfather's heart.
Sometimes you just have to trust in the Lord's timing, even if you don't know why. I am sure you have experienced those times too in your life.
These past 14 years seem like a long time in passing. Sometimes it seems like it was only yesterday. Eternity has no measured time. That too is a disguised blessing of the Lord, which we we won't fully understand until we get more into it. Dad knew Jesus as his Lord and Savior, so time for him is always joyful now.
Some of you have lost your father recently. My daughter-in-law Chelsie has, and also my brother-in-law Bob. Others in years gone by. I pray the Lord will touch their heart and yours this Father's Day, with His heart of love and compassion, even as He has mine.
On July 7, 2008, nine years after my Dad's passing onto glory, I wrote the following poem in honor of him, Louis James Martin. I thought I'd share it again, with you this time, these five years later.
My father is with my Father. God the Father is the Most Loving Father we can ever know.
My Father Is With My Father
Nine years ago this
July month,
My Father took my
father home to Him.
After sixty-seven
years on earth,
He has him in His
place, of far more worth.
A quiet man, who
didn’t say much at all,
But who spoke with
his hard work, and commitments too.
These made him the
real godly man I trust he was,
Which few probably
knew, though I think it ‘twas.
Two jobs a day, most
of those years of life,
Providing for eight
kids, and our Mom, his wife.
Two pairs of hands, a
heart of determination and will,
Made him the one I often
think of still.
Not one to complain –
just do what it takes;
Fixing peoples homes
and many churches, for God’s sake.
Foundry life was hot,
dirty and most often forlorn,
But he still had the
garden, providing all with beans and corn.
Putting in electric
outlets, insulation and lights,
Made the evening
hours long and not that bright.
But when finished,
and another job was done,
Gave me a sense of
pride, in being my father’s son.
So kids, love your
dad on earth, and especially the One above.
Learn what you can
now, as he shows you His love.
And fathers, keep
your children taught, with all the good you know,
For they need to see
the Way, but not just for show.
My Father has my
father, now in his heavenly reward.
He’s probably fixing
someone’s mansion, so far upward.
Maybe he’s tending a
garden, or camping with some friends,
Or getting the rest
he so deserved; but with helping hands still lends.
For you Dad, with love,
Steve and all your family
July 7, 2008
Dad's First Communion - Minnesota
Dad in high school
with blue ribbon sheep on Minnesota farm
Louis James Martin & Lila Mae Subra wedding
June 28, 1952
St. Joachim's Catholic Church
Plainview, MN
- with Bill & Elaine Martin (Dad's brother)
1965? - Dad, Mom, Janet (in arms), Sue
Steve, Tom, Mary, Colleen
Dad & kids - a typical Martin family camping fire.
Louis & Lila Martin family - 1973
1979 - a whole bunch of us.
(By 2013 we have really multiplied on the earth.)
Sarah, who got married in 1999,
is the one in the front row on Sue's lap.
Dad wiring "The Barn" in Charlotte, NC - 1995
Presenting my Dad with a plaque for his church service.
Father's Day, June 15, 1997. Last Sunday in "The Barn."
Teary eyed. Being honored for who he was,
and what he had done to bless many.
A creek bed somewhere...near a camp ground I am sure.
The last Christmas season before he passed on.
The last photo of Dad with all of us together. June 1999.
Ask Don Moen what he does, and the answer might surprise you. He won’t say he’s a songwriter even though he’s written more than 100 songs. He won’t say he’s a worship leader even though he’s led worship on every continent but Antarctica and recorded numerous albums. He won’t say he’s a businessman or producer even though he has produced and directed hundreds of successful projects. 
For almost 50 years of ministry, I have heard the prophetic community tell us we are on the verge of something new. They use terms like a new anointing, new alignment, new generation, new move, a new season, change is coming, there is a shift in the heavenlies and God is about to do a new thing. Others have told us God is raising up a new company. I don't recall how many new companies I've heard about over the past 50 years. There have been at least a dozen or more that come to mind.
