Thoughts on Father’s Day

“Therefore whoever hears these sayings of Mine, and does them, I will liken him to a wise man

who built his house on the rock: and the rain descended, the floods came, and the winds blew

and beat on that house; and it did not fall, for it was founded on the rock.”  Matthew 7:24-25


This Sunday we celebrate Father’s Day, a time when our thoughts focus on our fathers, still living or gone on ahead.

I am thankful for my own daddy who came to know Christ while I was still a child; who saw the necessity to bring me up in church amongst my fellow believers; who has lived out before me a physical example of how to grow in God’s grace.  He has been a wonderful provider, an active participant in his children’s and grandchildren’s lives, and a ready help to others whenever needed. My father has served through various capacities in the many churches he and my mother have attended through the years. He steadfastly carries on,  in spite of formidable health issues that swirl about him, and does so with the same German precision and good humor that God’s always blessed him with.  He is a wonderful picture of what an earthly father should be.

The other father in my life is my husband, Al.  He is a minister of the gospel, so not only is he a believer in Christ but a “professional Christian” by trade.  God, in His unfathomable inscrutability has given us—like so many of you—many unanticipated bumps along the way.   The rain has fallen, the floods have threatened, the winds have lashed.  Despite brief moments of sheer terror when it looked like all might be lost, God preserved the house.  Our Heavenly Father graciously replaced the siding that was stripped, the windows that were shattered, the shingles that were lost.

Never once did the foundation of the house quiver.  When your life is built upon Jesus and His Word, it will stand the tests of life.  The house that God built still stands, still serves, still joyfully proclaims the good news of Jesus, because my husband long ago built his house on the Rock. Thank you, Al, for being the man of God that you are.

May I end with a prayer?  Our Heavenly Father, thank you for our daddies.  Whatever their influence may be, the good and the bad, we can thank You for them.  You assigned each one specifically to us in Your wisdom.  They are flesh-and-blood lessons to us of what You, a perfect Heavenly Father is—by their legacies of obedience or disobedience to You.  May we see You more clearly through the light of their lives, or the stark contrast of their dark to Your Light.  And may You receive the glory in all these things, Lord—because we come in Jesus’ name only.  Amen.

Lookin’ up,

Sislyn/Romans 15:5-6

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  1. Ann Dobies says:

    Thank you for that Jean. I thought of my daddy as I was reading it. We were poor when I was growing up, but I never realized it becausef they never whined about it, and we always did things as a family. I am proud that God gave me a daddy who loved the Lord, and gave us the most valuable gift of all,– his presence in our lives and loved us more than life itself.

    • Our fathers are gifts from the Lord, I agree wholeheartedly, Ann–I am more grateful for my sweet Daddy more and more every year. Once you become a parent, you come at memories from a whole new appreciation.

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