My Fathers!

The idea of having a day set aside to honor fathers was first expressed in the early 1900’s. There are actually two stories that are considered when one attempts to assign credit to someone for the idea. One story comes from the state of Washington where a young girl made the suggestion to honor her father because of his willingness to raise his six children after his wife died giving birth to number six. The other comes from the state of West Virginia where, once again, a young lady suggested a day be set aside to honor fathers after a tragic mine explosion claimed the lives of 361 men. Although the idea was supported by communities all over the country for many years, it wasn’t untill 1972, during the Nixon administration, that Father’s Day was officially recognized as a national holiday. And the third Sunday in June has been celebrated as Father’s Day in our country since that time.

Father’s Day holds a special place in my heart because of the influence my “daddy” had on my life. Although I lost him almost fifty years ago, while he was in the prime of his life, the impact he had on my life remains to be one of the biggest reasons I am the person I am today. I am not referring to any impact that his education, his secular job, his special talents, his support of my endeavors, his love for life had on me and my siblings. And I’m certainly not referring to his wealth because, although we were not poor, we did not have a lot of material things in any abundance. But what I am referring to is his faith and his devotion to God. Daddy was saved in a revival meeting as a young teenager and a very short time later knew God was calling him to preach His word. And that is just what he did. From as far back as I can remember He was always following God’s will for his life as he and my mother raised us kids. He taught us from God’s word at our “family altar” times which were almost every night and certainly every time we made our way to church on Sunday’s and Wednesday’s. He taught me every time I heard him praying and talking to God, on his knees, by his bed, at all times during the day or night. He preached every day of the week just by the way he lived his life. He truly lived out what he believed. In almost fifty years of him not be present here on earth, I have never heard anyone speak an unkind word about him. Those who knew him will tell you that he also had a great impact on their lives and that they were a better person because of his influence. So, if any man ever deserved to have a day set aside to honor him it would be my daddy. And as far as I’m concerned, that would be every day.

With all of that said, there is another Father, a greater Father than my daddy, that I want to honor. God the Father, creator of all things, provider of all things, sustainer of all things, the One Who, through His only Son, Jesus, made a way for me to be reconciled to Himself. He deserves all the honor, every day, every hour, every minute, and yes, every second of our lives because of Who He is.

So, in conclusion, thank you God the Father for giving me the greatest earthly father that a man could ever have. Thank you for the time I had with my daddy here on earth and thank you for the promise that I will spend eternity with You and him when my time here on earth is complete!

Happy Father’s Day!