My Uncle Tommy is 96.  I remember him as a young boy.  He was a truck driver.  He received the highest reward you could get, back at one time prior to his retirement.  He drove millions and millions of miles without an accident.  How many of you remember back in the days when truck drivers were your friends?  Anybody remember that?  You’ve got to watch these guys nowadays.  If you’re out on the interstate, you’re out somewhere, I mean you’ve got to watch these guys.  Truck drivers used to be people that, if you had a flat tire, they would stop and help you.  Today you don’t know what those people are carrying, they’re going to stop and rob you.  But they would always make sure that they were very clear before they would come around you.  They would flash their lights at you to let you know that you’d gone past them and it was safe for you to come back into the lane.

My uncle was a truck driver; he drove for one company for many years.  But as a kid, the truck he drove that I liked the most, was because it was painted in the company’s logo:  Lucky Lager Beer.  I remember somebody saying one time when we had a family reunion, one of them said about our family, “Look, we know you guys drink a lot”; but he had driven the truck to the family reunion—it almost took that much.  The thing Grandma used to say about him—and it stuck in my mind, I remember her saying it when I was just a young man—she said, “Tommy is not just a gentleman, he’s a gentle man.”  And he did stick out among others in the family as just that.

I think it would behoove us in the hour that we’re living, men, to be gentle men; amen?  The Scripture tells us not to be harsh with our wives or with our children to provoke them unto wrath—the greatest is the servant.  We don’t lord it over the home:  there is no snuffing of the flax or breaking off of the weak limbs.  I believe that God wants to work that spirit in us, in this hour, and it's something that we should seek for.