Four call me Dad, and they honor me every time they do. Four call me Paw Paw. Can that really be? One calls me husband, and has for 46 years. She is my center. One calls me brother. She thinks I'm way better than I am. Hundreds have called me pastor over the last 35+ years. Only one calls me son; and she does it with a much more frail voice these days. Some call me "nuts." They have probably captured my essence. Oh, and one will eventually call me home. He is the one I am most interested in pleasing.