I remember hearing that statement, “you must be Robin’s son”, a lot as I was growing up. It wasn’t that it offended me but at the same time I really wanted to be known for what I was doing or had done. You know, build a name for myself or whatever that really means. As I sit here today though at the ripe ole’ age of 35 I can’t help but feel honored when someone says “you must be Robin’s son”. I have more roles, failures, and accolades attached to my name than at any point before but I am in no way offended to be simply known as Robin’s son.

People say we look alike. Maybe that’s true. I can never see it. I mean, I see it but not with all the confidence others seem to. I’m also the guy who looks a lot a baby and sees a baby. I don’t see her mom’s eyes, dad’s nose, and great uncle’s ears. I see a baby. I digress. When people say we look alike I’d like to imagine it’s because I am walking, leading, serving, the way my dad always has. See, Robin Frontz will do anything for anyone. His dad was the same way. If you need anything, call him. If I need anything, I call him. Why? Not because he can fox everything but because he will drop whatever to try. He is a servant. I hope I look like him.

A lot of times people say we sound alike. This I agree with. Our voices sound eerily similar. It made living with my parents recently an interesting experience as it confused everyone else in the house. Yet, I’d like to imagine when people say we sound alike it’s because my voice carries the same tones of love and consideration. Growing up, I could talk to my dad about anything and when he responded it was never dismissive. He listened and responded as a father who loved his son and considered his son’s thoughts as though they were the first time he had encountered them when clearly they were not. My dad loves his family and when we get together you hear that love in his voice at a time of prayer. Yes, like my Papa, my father’s voice shakes when he prays over his family. It’s beautiful. I pray I will always sound like my dad.

I’m a pastors’ kid who actually turned into a pastor, of sorts. I remember waking up early and seeing him reading scripture and praying. Always praying. Always pushing me to read a portion of scripture. I remember watching him lead his church and serve in truly inspiring ways. Humility. A word we hear less of and see even less of but one that my dad displayed greatly while serving as a pastor. He loved His savior. He loved his saviors bride, the church. I pray I will always do the same as a pastor.

Happy Father’s Day to my dad and best friend. I wouldn’t be close to the man I am today without him. He makes everyone around him a better version of themselves. I am forever proud to be known as “Robin’s son”.