June 19, 2022
Dear Readers, I am having technical difficulties with my internet service provider again. I have a new blog to post, and hopefully next week I will be able to do so. For now, I hope you will be blessed by this “Classic Edition”.
June 21, 2020
The title of this blog post sounds very immature to most adults. But to children, especially to little boys, it’s an often-used brag.
I heard that brag used many times when I was a youth. I never personally made that assertion myself, but once was in a setting where it was being used. Some other kids were saying that about their Daddy, saying he was stronger than my Daddy. I was about 10 years old and my brother, David, was about nine years old.
All of David’s life, he had a problem with controlling his temper. As a young boy, it was worse. So on this occasion, David got very vocal and animated in this argument. He yelled out, “ Can’t you see how big my Daddy’s muscles are? And he could beat up your Daddy too if he wanted to.”
There’s no way to win such a childish argument. But as I grew older, looking back over the times I heard that argument played out, I saw clearly how the kids were so proud of their Daddies and how much confidence they had in their Daddies being able to accomplish just about anything.
That’s the way children SHOULD feel about their Daddy. And at any age in their lives.
I’m going to write a few things about my Daddy in this post, but stay with me as I am sure you could be writing the same things about your Daddy too.
My Daddy went to heaven some years ago, but his influence cast a long shadow on all four of his children. We were all proud to call him our Daddy.
Let me make this clear. I never thought my Daddy was perfect. Because he wasn’t. That’s because he was a mortal man. And all humans make mistakes. But loving children look beyond their Daddys flaws and see the good inside.
One of my Daddy’s strong attributes was his work habits. As a youth growing up in the home, I learned that my Daddy was one of the hardest working men I ever knew. And I felt that way about him until the day he died.
I was talking once to my Mother about Daddy being such a hard-working man all his life. She agreed and said that he was the hardest working man she ever knew too. She said he had always been a good provider for the family and never was without a job.
As Daddy’s children grew older, he always encouraged us to do the best we could and give a man an honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay. He said that it did not matter how low are wage was, that we agreed to work for that amount and it was our duty to do the best we could. My Daddy taught us kids how to work hard too.
I am reminded of a quote I often used as I would preach a Father’s Day sermon. The quote is: “He who does not teach his son an occupation is as one who has taught his son to rob.” – from the Talmud, 1st to 6Th century A.D.
Daddy did not do the teaching himself, but he guided all us children to learn something that would sustain us and our families. We have much to be thankful for what Daddy taught us.
One of my greatest thoughts I have of my Daddy is that I can look back over my life and realize I never once sassed my Daddy, yelled at him, or disrespected him. I knew the commandment that clearly stated to honor thy Father and thy Mother. I am so thankful that I did honor both my parents.
And I am so proud that I told my Daddy many times how much I appreciated all he had done for me and all the sacrifices he had made for his family. He always said that it was his honor to have been able to help and guide his family. And I told him so many times, “ I love you.”
I love to listen to conservative talk radio or television. Just Friday, I was listening to one of my favorite hosts and he was talking about Father’s Day coming up this Sunday. He told his audience, if your Daddy is alive, for God’s sake, go visit him or at least call him and tell him how much you appreciate him and love him.
The host went into a sad story of how he never told his Daddy how much he appreciated him or loved him. And now it’s too late he said. He told about how his Daddy struggled to support his family during the Great Depression and then later fought four years in World War Two. He said he had appreciated what his Daddy went through, but never got around to telling him that. By this time the host was practically begging his audience nor to make the same stupid mistake he had made. Then he said, “It will haunt you the rest of your life.”
There’s an adage that says, “Give people the roses while they are alive.” I agree 100%.
I have not gone to see my Daddy’s gravesite since he died. I know Daddy’s not in that grave anyway. But there are other ways I remember and honor my Daddy.
I bet you have some wonderful ways in which you honor your Daddy, whether living or dead.
One of the things I always did for Daddy was to tell my children what I knew about him. And I wanted them to know it too. Never let the memories die, and your Daddy will live forever.
If you can, honor your Daddy on this Father’s Day. You’ll never regret it. That’s a promise.
God Bless You,