“Dad is with the Lord”.

A ringing phone and those words jarred me out of sleep a week ago today.  I wanted it to be someone else’s story, not mine.  I wanted to go back to bed and have it be a terrible dream.  But it wasn’t.  My father, David Virkler, had been called Home.

These past few days have been filled with tears and there’s an ache in my heart that I’ve never known before.  But in the midst of it, I’m becoming so aware that while a great man left us, he left us (he left me) with something precious.

A legacy.

My Dad spent his life telling others about Jesus.  He preached in big churches and small ones.  He spoke in camps and conferences and even other countries.  His voice was heard on the radio and his words were read in print. The testimonies of those who were impacted by his ministry have brought us comfort as we received cards and notes and phone calls this week. Even in the last few days of his life, he wanted others to meet God.  He would hand tracts to his nurses and tell them he wanted to see them in heaven.

We didn’t know he’d be in heaven so soon, but God did.  And God used him up until the very end of the earthly life he lived so well.

A legacy is something handed down from the past.  Dad’s earthly life is past now, but he’s left all of us with an example of what it means to put God first, what it means to serve and to lead and to love.

I could never have the widespread influence and impact he had. I’m not on the radio, I’m not a great speaker, I’m not nearly as bold as he was.  But maybe I could influence and impact one person today.  Maybe I could find the courage to tell someone else about Jesus. Dad would want that.   

Thanks, Dad.


The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; Yes, I have a good inheritance.      Psalm 16:6

I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth. 3 John 1:4

The father of the righteous will greatly rejoice, and he who begets a wise child will delight in him. Proverbs 23:24