To see a Sean Dietrich show is to, for an all-too short hour or so, suspend one's ties to a brutal world, and to simply marinate in laughter, great music, and memories of an American South that many of us were blessed to live in, once upon a time. It is also to leave the show in a state of dreamy delirium of a lifted spirit and face ache, from laughing too much for too long. I look forward to seeing Sean again on Aug. 3 when he visits my hometown.
So perfectly stated!! As totally wonderful as Sean's performance is, the best part is the hugs and personal sharing afterwards! There is so much love embodied in him, it flows to everyone around him!!
Who is Sean Dietrich? A man created in the image of God with an amazing talent for telling and writing tales and also playing and singing wonderful tunes to anyone who will listen. Glad you are here young man. Thanks from a fan.
Sean, the best psychologist on the planet couldn't have done a better job defining 'who you are'. At 76, I'm still a 'work in progress' myself, but my life and identity is hidden in Christ with God. God wastes nothing! He can take nothing and make something beautiful. He regularly takes things broken beyond repair and turns them into priceless masterpieces. I'm still a work in progress, but like you, I know for certain I'm on my way home to my Father. Pastor Bob
Pastor Bob - We’re all a work in progress. All broken in some way. But as my brother and I shared recently (both in our mid- to late 60s), God can take the broken and make beauty. Without broken glass, stained-glass windows wouldn’t exist. Blessings.
You are one of the most amazing people I have ever met. Sean, you are right up there with Norman Rockwell, Lewis Grizzard, and yes, even Mark Twain. Best of all, you are OURS, and we love you!
YOU have come a long way my dear friend. I call you that because very few real friends reveal so much of themselves. When I read about that little boy so long ago I almost cried. The trauma you lived through was horrible. I taught many kids that had trauma in their lives. You are a real survivor but that does not dismiss what you have lived with your entire life. Keep telling your stories. The wonderful and terrible. You bring hope to many with childhood pain and joy to those of us that love your comedic outlook on life. Who do you think you are? We know. A fine and decent man who gives us lessons on life and how to overcome obstacles. THank you, Sean. We love you.....
We never know what the other person has been through. We are called to love each other, respect each other & believe Jesus is our answer to pain. Bless you for your story & who you are.
You are the man God created you to be. The man with an ability to pick up the lost and despondent, to make others see through the darkness of their lives, an instrument of His love. So in all, your beginnings made you who you are today, a character of His love.
You are an absolute miracle, an overcomer. You are who God says you are: His child and a beacon of hope. You are the writer I wish I could be. There is only one you, and I'm happy that you have touched my life with your stories.
The title of your column jolted me. They are words I try to remember anytime I feel judgemental of others. The words are precious to me because I hear them coming from my mother's mouth whenever she caught me acting "bratty". My mother died of a cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 35. I was seven years old and we were at an end-of-the-school year outing at an amusement park, walking off a kiddie ride, and she started to laugh. I looked over my right shoulder and saw her with a laughing face saying, "Look at me. I can't even walk straight." And then she fell. She literally died laughing. I won't detail the trauma afterwards, but want to say that thinking of those five words she said to me reminds me that I think I am the person my mother taught to be kind and caring. No excuses. That's who I am. You have used your trauma to put light into the world. Never stop laughing and be grateful that we had experiences, painful as they were, that taught us to be able to see and care about others who suffer.
Sean, you’ve been able, by Grace, to transform your pain and suffering into a gift and a blessing. We all are the richer for it. Thank you. 🙏🏽
And with that, my friend, you can drop the mic. 👏❤️😘
To see a Sean Dietrich show is to, for an all-too short hour or so, suspend one's ties to a brutal world, and to simply marinate in laughter, great music, and memories of an American South that many of us were blessed to live in, once upon a time. It is also to leave the show in a state of dreamy delirium of a lifted spirit and face ache, from laughing too much for too long. I look forward to seeing Sean again on Aug. 3 when he visits my hometown.
I’ve TRIED describing the joy of attending a Sean Dietrich show. You, my friend, have nailed it❣️
So perfectly stated!! As totally wonderful as Sean's performance is, the best part is the hugs and personal sharing afterwards! There is so much love embodied in him, it flows to everyone around him!!
Who is Sean Dietrich? A man created in the image of God with an amazing talent for telling and writing tales and also playing and singing wonderful tunes to anyone who will listen. Glad you are here young man. Thanks from a fan.
Sean, the best psychologist on the planet couldn't have done a better job defining 'who you are'. At 76, I'm still a 'work in progress' myself, but my life and identity is hidden in Christ with God. God wastes nothing! He can take nothing and make something beautiful. He regularly takes things broken beyond repair and turns them into priceless masterpieces. I'm still a work in progress, but like you, I know for certain I'm on my way home to my Father. Pastor Bob
Pastor Bob - We’re all a work in progress. All broken in some way. But as my brother and I shared recently (both in our mid- to late 60s), God can take the broken and make beauty. Without broken glass, stained-glass windows wouldn’t exist. Blessings.
Beautifully simple analogy that is easily understood. Thanks Ernie🕊️
You are one of the most amazing people I have ever met. Sean, you are right up there with Norman Rockwell, Lewis Grizzard, and yes, even Mark Twain. Best of all, you are OURS, and we love you!
Amen and Amen and Amen!! And, God handpicked Jamie just for Sean!!
YOU have come a long way my dear friend. I call you that because very few real friends reveal so much of themselves. When I read about that little boy so long ago I almost cried. The trauma you lived through was horrible. I taught many kids that had trauma in their lives. You are a real survivor but that does not dismiss what you have lived with your entire life. Keep telling your stories. The wonderful and terrible. You bring hope to many with childhood pain and joy to those of us that love your comedic outlook on life. Who do you think you are? We know. A fine and decent man who gives us lessons on life and how to overcome obstacles. THank you, Sean. We love you.....
"Who the hell I think you are" is an amazing advertisement for the grace of God in the face of unimaginable trauma.
We never know what the other person has been through. We are called to love each other, respect each other & believe Jesus is our answer to pain. Bless you for your story & who you are.
You are the man God created you to be. The man with an ability to pick up the lost and despondent, to make others see through the darkness of their lives, an instrument of His love. So in all, your beginnings made you who you are today, a character of His love.
Wonderful answer….. up from the ashes!
How dare you! Make people happy! Spread joy! Entertain! Enlighten! Educate! Inspire! How dare you!
Good man to know. Keep doing you. Helping others in such an amazing way! Be blessed.🙏🏻♥️
Thank you for sharing who you are, love you.
You are an absolute miracle, an overcomer. You are who God says you are: His child and a beacon of hope. You are the writer I wish I could be. There is only one you, and I'm happy that you have touched my life with your stories.
The title of your column jolted me. They are words I try to remember anytime I feel judgemental of others. The words are precious to me because I hear them coming from my mother's mouth whenever she caught me acting "bratty". My mother died of a cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 35. I was seven years old and we were at an end-of-the-school year outing at an amusement park, walking off a kiddie ride, and she started to laugh. I looked over my right shoulder and saw her with a laughing face saying, "Look at me. I can't even walk straight." And then she fell. She literally died laughing. I won't detail the trauma afterwards, but want to say that thinking of those five words she said to me reminds me that I think I am the person my mother taught to be kind and caring. No excuses. That's who I am. You have used your trauma to put light into the world. Never stop laughing and be grateful that we had experiences, painful as they were, that taught us to be able to see and care about others who suffer.