4 Pentecost
Being a Dad
Luke 8:26-39
June 20, 2010
I was 11 and my brother 10. My little sister 6. We were spending the summer in Superior Wisconsin where my Dad was attending Summer school to get his master’s in Art. My mom worked nights as a nurse to help pay our bills while dad was in school. Dad would take us to the art studio so he could work on his projects. One night he set us up in the corner with oil paints while he worked on a painting. 2 and ½ hours we entertained ourselves but when dad came to get us we had paint every where. He began to chastise us as he bathed us in mineral spirits to get the paint off. When we were all back in the car he said, let go get ice cream at Bridgeman’s I shouldn’t complain you guys were good for hours so what if you smell like a turpentine rag and off we went for our treat.
I was reminded of that memory the other day as I had 3 of the kids at church with me for the day while Heidi ran Adam to soccer games on the west side of Madison. I took the kids to get an Ice cream at the end of a long day because even though I was wiped out from balancing work and family they were really very well behaved.
Being a spiritual and physical father is immensely important to me. I reflected on the God touches this week where the face of God was peeking through. In the Dance recital where my girls danced but also watching Donna Davis at age 72 after 55 years of teaching dance tap dance with her 8th graders. Driving with a funeral director and having him thankful for having someone willing to be in challenging situation with families. Being with a young family as the mourn the loss of their new born daughter. A lady told me after the service of the infant that her daughter who passed away at age 7 came to the women’s brother who was a doctor but was not a believer in God because a minister had told him as a boy that because he had polio he must have done something terrible to make God mad. That little girl appeared to her uncle at 3:24 the minute she died and woke him up and he heard her voice in a dream say tell mom I know she is too busy to hear me but I am in heaven, I went straight to heaven and I am ok. The uncle’s a believe now.
Our lives are complicated and messy. Fatherhood is messy. Often we fall and come up short trying to inspire and teach our children. But the goal of Dad’s is not found in perfection but in consistency and faithfulness. My Dad often didn’t understand me but I never once doubted how much He loved me. God is like that. God never stops trying to show us just how much he loves us.
I wonder what God likes about being a Dad? We call God our father and I have no doubt God see us as His children but I wonder if God see GOD’S self as a Dad?
I wonder what God feels or thinks when the man possessed by a legion 600 demons is made whole. I wonder what God thinks when all the town worries about is the loss of property and is so overwhelmed that they ask him to leave.
God our Father calls to us on father’s day and says. I love you and I am proud of you. We pray for our Father’s this day and in our imperfect and busy lives remember that God is constantly creating touches in our lives to let us know How much God cares and how real His love really is. Happy father’s day. May you see God in many wonders this week.
In the name of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Amen