Father’s Day

This is my first Father’s Day as an actual father, so it has made me a little reflective on my own father, and my relationship with the Father.

It doesn’t take very long in talking to brothers and sisters in Christ to get a sense that our relationship with our earthly fathers have a profound impact on how we interact with our heavenly one.

It is not unusual to hear someone say that they have had a difficult time encountering a loving and caring God because they had come from a home where they were raised by an abusive or unloving father.

I have the privilege of having a great dad, but it doesn’t mean that my relationship with him doesn’t have a lasting effect on how I interact with God.

My dad is a capable guy. He spent the majority of his life working on cars and was hardly ever the kind of guy that needed to hire someone to do much of anything. He could fix just about anything around the house, did his own remodeling work, and seems to be able to tackle just about any project.

Because of all of this, my father is a wealth of information and skill if I need help with just about anything.

The problem enters when I view the great guy that my father is as a benchmark that I need to reach rather than an opportunity to learn and grow. Often times when a project comes up that I need to tackle, I know that I could call my dad and he would be willing to either come to help me or at least give me the instruction that I need, but I resist the call because I feel that asking for help is an admission that I am not the capable man that he is.

I am very much the same way with my Father in heaven. He is the perfect Father in every way imaginable, and I truly believe that He can, and will, form me into a great man, but it can often be difficult to admit that I need help because it is an open admission that I do not measure up.

I know that I need help, but it doesn’t make it any easier to reach out.

On this Father’s Day, I would like to take that next step forward and get over my own sense of pride enough to not only admit that I need help, but that I have a wealth of resources available to me to grow from the man that I am into the man that I will someday be.

I now carry the responsibility of forming someone’s perception of who a father is. It is probably about time that I stopped resisting the image that I have been given through my own father.