Humble in spirit, yet confident in the Word of God, Dad didn't just "practice" his faith – he lived it. He studied diligently, worked tirelessly and prayed endlessly. He was a quiet man, but his actions boldly proclaimed the hope and grace of Jesus.
Dad loved, trusted and adored my mother in a manner rarely found in marriages today. His actions and heart toward mom exemplified a biblical command that many don't even know exists: "Husbands, love your wives as Christ loved the Church, and even gave himself up for her."
He was a man of honor and the quintessential southern gentleman. He approached others with the greatest of respect, defended those unjustly treated and kept silent when personally offended. I remember his telling me, "Becks, I just don't think it's right to question the word or the memory of another Christian in public."
For Dad, honesty wasn't the best policy, it was the only policy. I recall driving by a beautiful Georgia cotton field during a family vacation one summer. Having never seen a "snow topped" crop before, my brothers and sister and I started begging mom and dad to stop so we could pick a few. Dad explained that it wouldn't be right to take even one of what didn't belong to us. We then proceeded to drive for several miles well out of our way in search of the farmer's house to ask permission. The farmer graciously gave us our cotton, but the real gift that day came from our dad.
Ever mindful of his own shortcomings and imperfections, Dad privately called on the mercy, wisdom and grace of God throughout each day. As he worked, walked or read, if you looked closely, oftentimes you could see his lips moving ever so slightly in prayer.
Dr. Henry J. Redd Jr. lived the life we should all strive for. He wasn't just a good man; he was extraordinary. I count it among the greatest of blessings to have been his daughter.
Thanks, Papa Doc, for all you have shown me. You will be missed.