I wrote this article the last Father’s Day that my dad was alive. Since I like to think of him as alive and well and just visiting heaven I decided to post it one last time…feel the love…
A friend sent an MP3 file of a song I have heard my daddy sing so many times, and played the Hammond while he did, Healer of Broken Hearts. That song carried us through times of family heartbreaks and church heartaches. This song had also touched the life of this friend who sent it. I took my computer into my dad and mother’s room this morning, plugged my earphones into his ears and let it play. As the first strains of the music started, his eyes widened in recognition of a voice from the past and long gone to heaven, tears began. He said it took him back to when he was 19 and his first revival. Knowing that today is Father’s Day I wanted to do something special for him, this man whom I have never met, did that for me by sending that little file of music. He is happy with the simplest acts of kindness and is quick to say ‘thank you’ for anything you do, just coming by to speak to him makes him happy. I began to look back over my life and all the times he has helped me. He always encouraged me and told me I could do anything I wanted to do. He encouraged my sister and me to minister in any way we wanted without regard to being female. His dad and granddad were the very ones responsible for bringing the evangelist Aimee Simple McPherson to this country from Canada and was active in helping in her church. He has offered a helping hand, to his own hurt, to people that took without ever giving back, not that he ever took notice of that, I was the one that was quicker to point it out and I always got a reprimand for my trouble. He told me that God loves my enemies as much as He did me, I didn’t want to hear that, and he told me that if I didn’t love them and pray for them I would not be blessed, a hard thing to put into practice. If you think about it, he is only being the reflected image of his own Creator, the One he worships and adores, God, our heavenly Father. God gave His only Son to die so that our sins would be forgiven, even before they were committed. All He asks of us is our love, to Him and our fellow man, doesn’t the Word say, “God is love”? It only took one act of kindness from someone I have never met to make my daddy’s whole day, thank you. What can we do to please our Father God?
Psalm 100 is a thanksgiving Psalm On your feet now—applaud GOD! Bring a gift of laughter, sing yourselves into his presence. Know this: GOD is God, and God, GOD. He made us; we didn’t make him. We’re his people, his well-tended sheep. Enter with the password: “Thank you!” Make yourselves at home, talking praise. Thank him. Worship him. For GOD is sheer beauty, all-generous in love, loyal always and ever.
I am grateful that I have an earthly father that reflects the heavenly One, it helps me know how to ask, because it was always easy to ask my own; easy to believe that He will always answer and take care of me, my dad did that and still today he does that. God is good, and all He asks of us in return for giving us sunshine on a daily basis, the moon by night, plants that grow and become our food, beautiful flowers, sunsets and sunrises, when I am not too lazy to get up and watch them, healing for my body when I need it and encouragement for my soul, is love. I know there are those of you that have a hard time believing in a kind and compassionate God, but, if you turn your face and your heart up to Him, he will be there, for you! Happy Father’s Day to you!