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As a young pastor, I worked at a feed processing plant in Celina, Ohio. Each night when I went home, my boys would look at me and say, "Boy, dad, you sure are dusty!"

I grumbled within myself, but smiled at them and said, "Yes, I sure am dusty"

On a Saturday morning, I started washing my car. As I did this, my oldest son, 4 years old at that time, began to pick up the small stones in our drive and rubbed them onto his pants. I asked, "What are you doing?"

He said, "I want to be dusty like you dad."

At that time, I realized that if a son would look up to his father for being dusty, he would look up to dad for anything. What a responibility.

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