A seminary professor (Fred Craddock) was vacationing with his wife in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. One morning, they were eating breakfast at a little restaurant, hoping to enjoy a quiet 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 sat down at the table with the couple.
The professor groaned and thought to himself, Great…Just what I need…another preacher story!
The man pointed out the window and said, "See that mountain over there? 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 lunchtime from other students. He would avoid going into stores because that question hurt him so bad.
"When he was about 12 years old, a new preacher came to his church. The boy 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 he 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 people around them got deathly quiet. Now everyone would finally know the answer to the question, ’Who’s your daddy?’ This new preacher, though, sensed the situation around him and used discernment that only the Holy Spirit could give.
"’Wait a minute’ he said. ’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.’
The boy
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