A somber post from Brant Hansen (radio DJ for Star 93.3). Sorry it’s not a feel good story but it’s a good one about legacy, failed legacy. My father-in-law and I have talked a bit about Brant Hansen and some of his ideas. Good discussions and I found a lot of encouragement/wisdom from Brant that came from a sincere place. I gravitate towards those who are openly real about life. I haven’t listened to him much lately but his talks were encouraging to me when Loren and I were going through that difficult season I’ve told some of you about. This doesn’t reflect anyone in this group as we all seem to be pursuing fatherhood to the best of our abilities. But it’s good in case we need realigned, perspective on sibling relationships, and what type of legacy we are currently building. Love you guys. Keep up the good work. Here’s the post… I buried my dad today. There was no funeral. It was just my brother and me, standing in windswept and freezing rural Illinois. He wanted to be cremated. I don't know why. So this is his box. My brother brought one thing to be buried with him: The sign that my dad would hang on the office doors of all of "his" churches: "Phil Hansen, Minister." Darin brought it, and I immediately knew why. "He should be buried with this, because it's what he cared about: Himself, and his title." And so we did. I cried, but not for him, honestly. I cried because I was so thankful to have a brother, who, like me, still loves the Lord in spite of it all. "Though He slay me," Job said, "Yet I will trust in him." We thanked God out loud for all that he has done in our lives to live out the antithesis of what we went through growing up: The terror, the trauma, the embarrassment. And what we've been dealing with as adults for so many years. We honestly wondered if it would end. Here we were, together, after all that. Some things only a sibling can understand. Please know that a life that's All About You may well conclude this way, even after decades of "ministry":