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Father’s Day Reflections

Father’s Day was yesterday.  It is not that I am just now remembering that fact.  Rather, it is because it is so different from Mother’s Day that some folks may not observe it at all while others simply view it as any other day.  That is not true in most cases on Mother’s Day.  Phone lines are jammed and wireless companies are filled with the maximum number of calls for hours. Flower shops feel relief if they made it through that Sunday and had enough flowers for everyone.  Restaurants are filled and overflowing.  Card racks in shops have been ravaged as the number of people looking for the perfect card to send to mom is at peak stage.

Father’s Day is much different. Most families don’t rush to get Dad to lunch on that Sunday.  Cards are sent my many but not at the level of cards sent to moms on Mother’s Day.  Ties, handkerchiefs, and socks are popular gifts along with golf balls, rifle shells, tool kits, and WD-40 in gift packs of two cans!

Dads are not offended that is true.  Men don’t want much recognition and feel uncomfortable when being complimented to seriously by family.  And, truth is, unlike women, we love stuff that is recreational, practical, and can be “plugged in”!  And even though families recognized dads differently, children and spouses love the man that makes their house a Christian dwelling by his example and steadfast attention to its success. The love he has for his family is selfless and sacrificial.

I was blessed by a great dad.  When I was a very young man, he gave me a poem on a ceramic plague that I keep in my office.  The words of this poem would not let my mind forget them.  So, for many special days, I would find myself reading this poem anew and remember the love of my Dad.  I hope you enjoy it, too.

Your Family Name, by Nelle A. Williams

You got it from your father
It was all he had to give.
So it’s yours to use and cherish
For as long as you may live.

If you lost the watch he gave you
It can always be replaced;
But a black mark on your name
Can never be erased.

It was clean the day you took it
And a worthy name to bear.
When he got it from his father
There was no dishonor there.

So make sure you guard it wisely
After all is said and done,
You’ll be glad the name is spotless
When you give it to your son.