Fatherless on Father's Day

In Genesis 48-50 Jacob, the father of 12 men, blesses his children before he is gathered to his own fathers. He speaks over them the history of the world – his blessings, his curses, his cautions, his favoritism - and the words are so powerful that they shaped the future of mankind - a father’s words. In Deuteronomy 26 and 27 God makes provision for the fatherless a law to be obeyed; being fatherless was a handicap requiring an entire community to underwrite. Later in Deuteronomy 32, it is made clear to us that God is our Father – our creator. The two words go hand-in-hand.

In Psalm 103:13 and Matt 18:4 God ascribes to himself the compassion of a father and in Prov 3:12 the discipline of a father and in Luke 15 the forgiveness of a father. There is so much more. Bottom line, fathering is essential to understanding who God is.

Today on Father’s Day, my first without my Father, I remember lessons he taught me. He taught me to love God above all else, to care about the least of humans, to find humor in everything, to value family, to be responsible as a servant, to stay healthy, to be a sacrificing grandparent, to be present in the lives of my family for important occassions, that you are never too old to have fun, that doing something outrageous is okay, and that to die is gain Dad, pretend you just climbed Mt. Everest.

Let's get a good look at you Emma!

Proud of his daugther graduating- no matter how old she is.

Buddies forever with Great Grandpa.



Blessing Emma at her Baptism

Never too young to start exercising.

It's hard to say good-bye to Grandpa and Grandma

This is why it is hard to say good-bye!

Writing secret notes to Grandpa - and her daughter did the same.

Big Brother

When we were toddlers, people thought we were twins; my older brother and I. We were buddies. Or so our parents would tell us. We were the Saturday night live of 1952. I would throw a toy out of the playpen and Bob would run and fetch it, being silly, rolling on the floor or jumping wildly while I laughed and laughed at him. He threw the toy back in the playpen just to have me throw it out.
Big brothers play a special role. I guess that is why I always think the boy should be born first - to protect little sister - to blaze the trail and clear the path for her to promenade through childhood. We had some good childhood times - like running through the horse pasture trying not to get bit, burning down an oil field across the street from our home, painting the neighbor's garage red, making fig mud pies and trying to get baby brother to eat them, sneaking out the window and dropping a typewriter on the head - Bob was in the emergency room with that one. Rolling into the street in a big cardboard barrel- and all that before the age of 5!!!
God had His hand on us alright. Somebody had to have a hand on us. We were wild little comanches, cowboy hats, my Annie Oakley gun set, boots and vest. Mom had a lot of faith in our Lassie of a dog - a half-breed named Tippy. There were many other venturous escapades but we survived to adulthood.
I love getting family together when Bob comes. He has the ability to laugh at just about everything in life. Nothing escapes his sapient eye! And no one is immune to his infectious humor. My sons must have inherited some of the wit. We can laugh and laugh at just about nothing! ......and everything. We remember the things that made us laugh as kids, young parents with our own kids, young grandparents - and I suppose someday we will laugh at aging - or wheelchairs or senior diapers.
Life has been a bit tough for him, but oh, Lord! May I always find the humor in life - despite where I have been, what I am in, or what I am facing - just like my big brother. Here we are. Do we look like twins now??