A Place I Need to Go
March 7, 2017, 12:00 AM

    I am once again so very thankful to be a small part of this church family. My heart groans this week with the loss of my Dad, Bobby Joe Sims. He would have been 85 on his birthday, so I look at this sudden loss with thanksgiving; he was with us all these years. I am also thankful for the North Davis Church of Christ, where he was a member. My father found forgiveness, acceptance, and grace there. It was only two weeks ago that he was teaching Bible class at North Davis. Dad was a gifted teacher and preacher. I have no doubt I am where I am today because of my Dad. I will miss him very much. Just last week he gave me some insights on the long life of Moses that are now growing into a lesson I will share soon.

    A memorial service will be held April 2 at North Davis Church of Christ. Dad had requested to be cremated and his children will take his ashes back to Texarkana Arkansas.

    In August 2015 I wrote about a trip to Shiloh Arkansas in Phil Us Up. One of the few articles I post that someone commented on. The commenter was B. J. Sims.

09-05-2015 at 3:33 PM

I was moved by this bulletin article. I am so proud of Philip and his commitment to the Good News that Christ came not to condemn the world, but to save the world.

     Dad first went to college in Tennessee, at Freed Hardeman. Over the years I heard lots of stories about his college days. When I was a teenager I was not particularly impressed that he was a cheerleader for the Freed Hardeman Lions. I would much rather him been a great athlete, not a cheerleader! Over the years I realized Dad was always cheering others on, especially, his children. I know he preached and taught thousands of lessons during his life, right up to the end. But his greatest service was cheering everyone else on. I realize today how important that has been to me. Thank you so much Dad.

    Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses….

For me, my brothers, sister, and I don’t know how many others, Dad is one in a great cloud of witnesses, cheering us all on.

    I plan very soon to go back to Shiloh, taking the earthly remains of Bobby Joe Sims and placing them in the ground, near where his parents are buried. Shiloh; a place that calls us to remember what God did there a long time ago,  and a call to look forward to what God will do there again someday. Shiloh; a place of rest, a place of peace.

I really need a place like that.

I love you all, I love you Dad.


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