There are potato chips all over the rug, and I think about how brave Dad is not to care about the mess he’s making.
Crazy. I’m afraid to make Mom mad like that. She’d come and get at me behind my knees with a switch.
Dad’s not afraid. He’s taking his time on the Soul Express, that radio show he likes where the deejays yell and laugh and blow whistles all the time.
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We do not want,
should not expect,
and will never have
All we want is for them
to make their God-given responsibilities a priority:
to teach, guide,
protect, provide for,
and love in His ways
the children He has given to them.
I do not think that is too much for a child to ask.
I do think that is too much for a father to carry
on his own.
God’s plan is a wife; she, his treasured helper.
But the great submission of man
is to yield to and depend on
the Heavenly Father.
A father will never be perfect,
but he can look to the One who is.
Too often, a father will finally bend
when the sweat of death lies on his brow.
I saw my father’s release at that divine exchange:
too late for a child
but a gift tearfully received
by a long-suffering me.
We don’t want perfect fathers.
We only want them.
Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger,
but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord.
(Father’s Day is celebrated in the United States every year on the third Sunday of June.)