Day after Father’s Day


Father’s Day turned out to be a travel day for us, but with some time with my daughter in Hawaii before leaving, well-wishes from Christopher and Elizabeth on my phone, and Chandler picking us up late at the airport, I got a chance to enjoy something from all of my kids. Father’s Day is a time to be appreciated regardless of the job you have done. As Marti always says, you only have one father and that makes him the best one in the world, because he’s yours. And last night, which was really early this morning, I received a final text message from Annie which read, “I wouldn’t be me without you.”

That got me thinking about my heavenly Father, and the fact that we all have two fathers in that we have been adopted into God’s forever family. And though it might seem a little sacrilegious to lower God to a Hallmark holiday remembrance, there is a profound truth behind my daughter’s statement from a spiritual standpoint. We wouldn’t be uniquely “us” without the Father-God.

First, God has made us each who we are, and who we are is different from everybody else. There is no one like you; your heavenly Father saw to that. That’s your physical DNA. But then on top of that, there is what you might call your “spiritual DNA.” This would include our spiritual gifts and the various ways we serve inside the body of Christ. That is just as much who we are as is our physical nature. We are who we are because of Him.

So therefore, on this special day after Father’s Day, you can say of your heavenly Father: “I wouldn’t be me without you.” And indeed you wouldn’t.

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8 Responses to Day after Father’s Day

  1. Mark D Seguin says:

    Amen to this: (from Today’s Catch) “We wouldn’t be uniquely “us” without the Father-God.”

  2. This has been one of the more memorable Father’s Days for me, too.
    My adult children have not been neglectful in the past but circumstances in their lives – military deployments, unemployment, other life situations – usually resulted in a phone call, a possible Hallmark card, and my wife barbecuing dinner because she felt bad that I wasn’t being ‘lavished” upon as she herself was a month earlier for Mother’s Day!
    This year, however, was different:
    It started on Friday when my son and his girlfriend had us down to their place in Tacoma for a day of bowling, cribbage, and a feast of fresh seafood on the waterfront; Lots of stories, laughter, and hugs at the end of the day.
    My daughter spent the weekend with us and there was more laughter and enjoyment of being in each others company. My wife still barbecued dinner because my daughter is not entirely comfortable cooking over charcoal! But that was okay – we were all together.
    My daughter gave me a really cool Star Trek (TOS) picture along with a card that kind of echo’s John’s sentiments above. The card says:
    I’m who I am
    Because of you.
    Because you love me,
    Because you believe in me,
    Because you’re always there for me.”

    My daughter then signed,
    “Thanks for being a great dad!!
    I love ya!

    Her handwritten words moved me to tears because I never considered myself a “great” dad nor even a very good dad. I carry many regrets for which I wish I could go back in time and change. But, my daughter loves me; she and my son have both told me they love me.
    So, maybe, through God’s grace I did do a few things right after all?

    No, I’m not a great dad but I think I have some pretty great kids (and wife, too!).
    And I’m grateful to my Great Daddy, Abba, Father for all of them!
    His mercies, grace, and graciousness that He lavishes upon us should be an inspiration to live up to the potentials of greatness He Himself sees in each of us, and should serve as a daily reminder to love and honor Him by making every day Father’s (Abba’s, Daddy’s) Day.

    • jwfisch says:

      Well done, Bob. Happy Father’s Day!

    • Kimm says:

      Bob, if you weren’t a great dad you probably wouldn’t question yourself or have regrets. Think about it. If you had no regrets or never questioned whether you did a good job then you probably thought you had all the answers and that would more likely make you less than a great dad. 😀

  3. Gary says:

    All good and well Brother. If you feeling somewhat good about yourself. Looking in that mirror and thinking “am I my Father’s son?” I gotta tell you. Though my faith is every day in Him growing, I am looking further ahead to the completed product. Your optimism is an encouragement. Helpful in extinguishing my downer-ism. I, in examining myself daily. I have to say “Oh Father help me !!”.

  4. Marc says:

    Hi, John,
    Fathers Day has always been painful for me as my dad, now long dead, was not a good father to me. It took me years to forgive him for the pain he caused me. Last night, I watched that movie “I Can Only Imagine,

    which speaks of one who turned the pain of an abusive father into an amazing song. I am glad for my Heavenly Father who is as the Psalms says, is:
    A father of the fatherless and a judge for the widows,
    Is God in His holy habitation.
    God makes a home for the lonely;
    He leads out the prisoners into prosperity,
    Only the rebellious dwell in a parched land.Psalm 68:5-6 NASB

    • My dad was a stern man and a mean drunk. He used his bullwhip from Spain on my brother, sister, and me, and beat our mother in front of our eyes.
      Everyone outside of our family loved him because he was a real charmer when sober and a funny drunk at social affairs. But at home… we kids couldn’t wait to move out of that house – which each of us did as soon as we were of age.
      Dad was forced into treatment by his employer under the threat of losing his well-paying job but, while he did what was required, he never really gave up alcohol. He knew he could beat the system and control his own life… at least he thought.
      But somehow something good happened because he did mellow in his final years and mom stuck with him through everything.
      As adult children we mellowed too, I guess, because we found our fear, resentment, and hateful thoughts toward him waning as he made efforts to make things right.
      The abuse dad did to his own body through alcoholism and smoking finally caught up with him and he died 30-years ago. While I still wince from the pain inflicted on our family, my heart also aches because I miss our healing and growing relationship from his latter days.
      Even though it was far from an ideal family life back then, I now thank God every day for my dad. I can, without reservation, say I love him.

      Thank you, Marc, for including the trailer for “I can Only Imagine.”
      I’m going to look for it.

      Shalom, my friend… 🙂

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