My son worked odd jobs for over a month so he could buy us a night in a little cabin…because he knows it’s my favorite place in the world to be.
He has honored me beyond measure with this act of sacrificial love.
I am not his “real” father if we speak of blood, nor did I have a “real” father by the same measure myself.
What I have had all my life is the compulsion to be the father I never had, and in my son, God has given me the opportunity to be just that.
In loving this child I have learned what the love of a father is and how it thinks and how it acts…and I have learned the love of my Father in heaven in the process.
I’ve learned that the pain I have borne over the lack of an earthly father was my heavenly Fathers preparation for greater service and even greater blessing.
I have learned that the Father loves me far beyond the love I have for even my boy.
I have found a measure of healing.
Many of you are celebrating the lives of your fathers today…honor them well and love them much.
Many of you are are feeling the loss of a parent who loved you well but has gone on…in your sadness give thanks for what they were and the love they left you…and pass it on.
Many of you are mourning in a vacuum created by a man who wasn’t there, or you wish hadn’t been…may God bind your wounds and may you love others with the love you wish had been given you.
May you find healing.
God bless all of you who are loving your children with the love of a father…and may those children you father grow to honor you as mine honors me.
God bless you all.