Father's Day

This weekend we celebrated Father's Day.  A day in which give honor to our fathers for putting up with all the stuff we put them through...or, are putting them through. 

For me Father's Day is a little strange.  As you age and have children of your own, you are to accept presents from your children then call your father and wish him the same.  I witnessed this with my wife and her father this weekend.  But what do you do when you don't have a father to call? 

This next thought may sound a bit conceited and big headed of me, it's not meant to be...but hear me out. 

My mom, growing up said about Father's Day, "You may not have an earthly father, (he passed away when I was young...It wasn't a miraculous conception. I would hate to give you the wrong impression) but you have a heavenly father who loves you."  This fell short of a satisfactory answer.  It was well intended and I now understand to what she was implying. 

To whom does God give thanks?  I mean we as his children pour praise and thanks to him, but what does he do?  IF he is like me, all this praise and adoration builds up and I want to pass it on...but like me, God can't call his dad and say thanks.  He has to just sit there with this stupid goofy grin on his face and look at his children and just be proud...that is if God is like me.  I can only imagine that after we give him our hand made cards with chicken scrawl on them and the trinkets that amount to nothing of monetary value that he will beam with all his brilliance and say, "That's AWESOME!  Thank you sooo much!"  He has to know that in a day or two that we, his children, will forget about the praise we lavished upon him.  We will yell at him, slam doors, scream "you just don't understand me!" and yet he will still love us, if God is like me. 

We named one son "Laughter" because we were told that we wouldn't have children...and yet he came into the world.  At times, I think we named him that because God wanted us to do what Abraham could not.  Then the words of the prophet Bill Cosby creeps into my mind with his wise words of wisdom, "I brought you into this world, I'll take you out...and make another one that looks just like you."  But I have yet to have to do follow through with this.  I don't because they are my kids and I love them. 

In closing...Back to my growing up years

I saw a Father's Day picture that really hit home for me.  It read "Happy Father's Day to all the Mother's doing it alone."  I couldn't agree more.  My mother was the best father I had.  She wasn't a perfect father, but she was as good as she could be.  So happy father's day, mom.