Kraig Lowell Pullam

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My Dad’s Day of Birth!


Today is my father’s day of birth! He is 67 years old. I am grateful to God the Father for giving me the best “Daddy” in the WORLD! Not a single day goes by that I don’t examine the course of my life and use my father as the example and epitome of what it means to be a servant, lover of people, man of integrity, companion to my mother and spiritual leader. From a very young age, I’ve been a ‘Daddy’s boy’. I admired my father so much that I would get into his things (especially his books) just to have something that belonged to him. (Sidenote: 1) that didn’t always go so well 2) I’m now reaping the consequences of my actions through my own sons.) Long before I started preaching, he would let me ride with him to the local post office and Lifeway (then called “The Baptist Bookstore”). I loved to be around my Dad!!!! Even when I became a teenager and went through the period where he would ‘get on my nerves’, I still admired him, respected him and even wanted to be in his presence. He is a great man. Anyone who personally knows him would agree. He is a great Pastor. He is an awesome son. He is an exemplar of a husband and father. He has lead by example; and for that I am grateful.

I remember all of the moments of ‘correction’ he infringed upon me. It hurt me more emotionally than it did physically; because I knew that I had let him down and disappointed him. I also remember how he lovingly listened to me, prayed with me, sent me back to pray some more when I was struggling at 15 on the divine call to preach God’s Word. I remember how he would express his disappointment when I would make mistakes along the way. I also remember how he delicately, lovingly and spiritually walked with me when I made a relational mishap at only 19 and he (along with my mother) became an anchor in my time of storm. That was one of the darkest moments in my life; and he walked with me and became my cheerleader! I remember during that time, he sent me a ‘cassette tape’ in the mail. I put it in my Mitsubishi Eclipse to play; and he had recorded for me Donnie Mcklurkin’s “Stand.” Not only did that serve for me as a ‘kairotic’ moment; but God used Him to give me hope and peace during a very difficult time in my life. In turn, through every life victory…he has been there. Thank the Lord there have been more victories than defeats!!!

Unfortunately, I have not been the best son in the world, in many regards. While I haven’t burdened him with rebellious, embarrassing or traumatic life-decisions, events and actions, I haven’t always been the best at communicating my love in ways that can be felt and always heard. I am often ‘troubled’ by the fact that he gives more to me than I give to him. It seems that I could never outgive him; and that he will never be more prouder of me than I am of him…no matter where I travel, to whom I preach, how much I come to think I know, how great my wife and children are or what degrees and achievements may hang on the wall. But make no mistake. If I were standing in the presence of the Queen of England; and the President of the United States calls; and my Dad calls…..my father’s call is much more important. The President would have to wait. I love him! I respect him! And in my book….there is no greater man who has ever walked the earth, after Jesus Christ.

I don’t know how life will all work out. In fact, those who read my blog don’t know either. We have plans. But our plans are often thrown off course and cast into the river of history. My dad could outlive my entire immediate family and myself. That’s quite possible, as healthy as he is! But should the time come where I see his life eclipsed by the setting sun; and he sticks his platinum sword in the sand of time…my heart will inevitably break; and I will cry. My preaching would not be the same. My heart would not be the same. But at some moment, in some way….I will smile; and thank my Heavenly Father for counting me worthy to be the baby son (even though he wanted a girl!) of the greatest person born on May 28, 1949.

I can only pray for many more years of health, peace, joy and victory for my Dad…and the GREATEST year of life for him at 67!! Happy Birthday Daddy!

Spring Break: A Father’s Perspective

425496_10150554731494506_373487663_nThe greatest joy in my life (after being Christ’s follower and D’Ani’s husband) is being the earthly father and steward of my three boys: Kai, Kaden & Karter!  Everything else pales in comparison to the joy they bring, which says a lot!  The older I get, the more I love them for not only the fact that they are a byproduct of the union between my wife and I, and that they are my seed; but I am growing to love their individual uniqueness and worth.  They are special, in every sense of the word!

I’ve reflected on the words of Ben Behunin who said,

“There is more to a boy than what his mother sees. There is more to a boy then what his father dreams. Inside every boy lies a heart that beats. And sometimes it screams, refusing to take defeat. And sometimes his father’s dreams aren’t big enough, and sometimes his mother’s vision isn’t long enough. And sometimes the boy has to dream his own dreams and break through the clouds with his own sunbeams.” [Behunin, Remembering Isaac: The Wise and Wonderful Potter of Niederbipp]

This past week has given me the opportunity to both enjoy them and learn them.  Spring Break has never been a big deal for me, even when I was younger.  I suppose I would be deemed a ‘square’ or ‘boring’ in that I always viewed Spring Break as just that: a BREAK!  If I did nothing at all during this time, I felt I was missing nothing at all.  Even at a young teenager, I felt as if I had a book, television, a roof over my head with air conditioner, and a good meal at my disposal, I was on top of the world!  I actually enjoyed watching some of the Spring Break parties that would come on MTV thinking to myself, ‘….this is fun.  So glad I’m not out in that crowd getting sunburned or drunk!’  I can tell now – that 1) I was a weird dude and 2) my sons are pretty much a different breed.  My guess is they get it from my lovely wife!!!  The Friday before Spring Break, my 10 and 7 year old boys knew what time it was, including the movies that were out, etc.

I must admit…they are such a joy, amid my seeming inability to keep up.  I have somehow known, even as I youngster (there I go again.  I’m starting to sound like ‘older’ people who are always referencing they ‘youth’) that I should seize the moment and take full advantage of the present ride.  Therefore, I’ve always had a sense in my collective conscience at present, ‘I’m going to one day miss these days.’  I’ve felt this way ALL WEEK.  I’ve sat back and looked at my boys, observed their interactions with one another,  their response to certain things, what makes each of them laugh or get frustrated; how they remind me of me or their mother or someone else in our family, including their physical features.  It’s amazing!  I see myself in each of them – the good, the bad and….well, you know the rest!

I want so much for them to be a better man than me.  I want them to be a better husband and father than me.  I want them to be a better follower of Christ than am I.  If they were ever called to preach, I’d want them to be a better preacher or even pastor than me.  Words cannot entail how much I want for them.  I sometimes wonder if they can ‘feel’ my love, or even if I show my love to them enough.  My father did such a wonderful job of exemplifying love to me.  He both expressed it and said it.  At times I’ve felt his disappointment and even his wrath (like the time I climbed over a gate or went into a girl’s purse), but I can never recall a time that I couldn’t feel the love of my Dad.  I hope and pray my boys can feel the same way.

I can often feel I am the hardest on my oldest, Kai.  It’s just not fair for him!  He’s a good son.  But he’s also the oldest and my leader.  I would always expect him to lead the pack when it comes to looking after one another when I am gone (a long time from now, I pray).  He is the one I pray would be the example to his younger brothers in how to conduct themselves in the home, at school, with their mother, at church, etc.  Therefore, my disappointment can sometimes tend to be a little more evident when it comes to my expectations.  But I must also realize he is not perfect.  I have to understand that he is a boy!  Therefore, I am learning to share my expectations and my love for him amid the shaping of his own identity.  It has been amazing to see him grow, and to even eat us out of house and home.  My middle son, Kaden, is absolutely one of a kind.  All of my sons are so much smarter than me; but Kaden’s mind is that of an Einstein.  My conversations with him, should I say, his conversations with me, are mentally stimulating.  I could go on and on all day, including a couple of years ago when Kaden was about 5, getting in trouble with a girl who had been getting on his nerves, his rebuttal was, ‘She’s melodramatic.’  What?  Interesting!  My greatest challenge with Kaden is redirecting all of his energy, giftedness and genius in a right direction, including his attitude.  He must be broken; but he must be broken like a stallion – where his attitude is broken but not his spirit.  I am sensitive to this; and I am asking God to direct me with him.  Kai is my boy for life; Karter is my baby; Kaden is my heart.  If there is anything or anyone who can wear me out, it is him.  Lord, help us!  Karter….as I said, is my baby boy!  He is the final act!!!  He seems to be Kraig Pullam re-born.  I can’t say much about his flaws, simply because, like most baby’s in the family, it’s hard to see his flaws.

20140312-004130.jpgMoving on… I hope and pray that I can make them proud one day to say they are my sons and I am their father.  I have a lot to learn; and so much farther to go.  Often I feel inadequate as a man who wants to be a better preacher, go back and begin doctoral work, grow my church, build their college fund. etc.  They don’t care about any of that.  The most important thing to them this past week has been ME.  They’ve just wanted me.  Thankkfully, I am smart enough atleast to know this may not always be.  It has also caused me to reflect on how my aging parents must feel now that I am gone, and fail to spend the time I should with them.  My challenge now is simple: balancing all of this.  Living in an occupation where many are thriving in preaching and pastoral ministry at the behest and detriment of their families, I have seen many preachers who prioritize family and suffer in preaching and pastoral ministry.  By the grace of God, I have been fortunate in ministry, all while making time for my family.  I honor pastors and preachers who do the same.  And I pray for those pastors whose homes have become difficult places to reside.  Some, I believe, are victims even in their own homes, but that is another blog.  I thank God for a wife who has prayed for me and lifted me to become the man, husband, son, father, servant and pastor God has called me to be.  This work would be so much more difficult if we weren’t working together these 14 years.

What are your thoughts?  How was your Spring Break?

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