In the midst of this grief, we are celebrating Father's Day. I for one, am thankful for the opportunity to honor the dads in my life who have taught me a lot about being sorrowful, yet always rejoicing. I am thankful for my heavenly father, who calls me his own child even though I fail daily to reflect his character. I am thankful for my grandfather, who taught me to hold the things of heaven tightly, and to hold this earth with a loose grip. He taught me a lot about marriage by the way that he has continued to love my grandma, through their many good years, and through these last several years of sickness and dementia.
I am thankful for my own dad, who loved me fiercely, and always took the time to enjoy time with me, to help me grow in character and wisdom, and who earnestly prayed for me every day of my life.
I am thankful for my husband, the father of my son. Becoming a father has caused him to grow and change in a way that I never knew was possible. He loves more deeply, he plans more thoughtfully, and he prays with an earnestness that I never saw before we had our son.
I think there is one common thread that I see in the dads in my life, and that is that they all would love to be a super hero in their kids lives, but they see that they cannot shield them from the world's troubles. Instead, they all work hard to instill a hope for eternity, a love for people now, and a distinct willingness to embrace the world now even in its brokenness.
This Father's day, the quote that encapsulates these dads is from Harper Lee's To Kill A Mockingbird. "There's a lot of ugly things in the world, son. I wish I could keep 'em all away from you. That's never possible." To the dads in my life who fight for justice, who love with abandon and yearn for an eternal hope that is imperishable and undefiled, thank you for being a dad! Happy Father's Day!