FATHER’S DAY . . . (mail from the Best Father)
Very early this morning You woke me up. 4:30 to be precise. You told me to go get a pencil
Very early this morning You woke me up. 4:30 to be precise. You told me to go get a pencil
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| I should write Him a Father's Day card, and He wrote one for me! |
This morning was June 14, 2011. 6/14. As in Genesis 6:14 (“Make yourself an ark of gopher wood; make rooms in the ark, and cover it inside and outside with pitch.”) You knew I had seen “Evan Almighty” recently; you took advantage of that. Thanks! But you were telling me, “build something the way I tell you to build it. But also build it so that it will last, take a beating, and serve and protect the others whom I will bring into your life.”
It’s also Flag Day. A new day celebrating independence. A forgotten day for many of my people; but nevertheless a beautiful, wonderful time to find and wave our symbol of love and freedom. That's our American flag which You inspired. But Father, You gave us all an even greater one in the Cross of Your Son. And you gave me one in this letter; so I wave the cross, and I pledge allegiance to You.
You must have had something real important to say to me to wake me like you did, and move
It’s also Flag Day. A new day celebrating independence. A forgotten day for many of my people; but nevertheless a beautiful, wonderful time to find and wave our symbol of love and freedom. That's our American flag which You inspired. But Father, You gave us all an even greater one in the Cross of Your Son. And you gave me one in this letter; so I wave the cross, and I pledge allegiance to You.
You must have had something real important to say to me to wake me like you did, and move
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| He said, "Build for me an ark . . . ." So now I am a-building . . . . |
me to pick up some paper and a pen. But it's funny in a way: Father’s Day is coming, and You wrote me a letter. I should be writing to you for Father’s Day, since you are my Father! But you wrote to me. That is you dictated the letter, and I wrote it down.
(I wonder, should I do the same for my children? But really they’re yours . . . .)
I believe now you woke me early because You know I am going back to work; and there are some things you wanted me to know. That includes things I once knew but forgot. It also includes things I never knew or never learned. They are things that have to do with the new job – how one does the job and all.
What you told me was strange and unexpected. It wasn’t a list of things to do like the ten commandments. But it was still a list, poetically stated, I guess you could say. It was a list of what I am to be and do for others in my (no, your) flock.
Then something changed, and I actually saw the letter you had written to me. It was obvious it was one of love. I knew that because of the very first page of the letter. It looked like the top of a favorite birthday cake: letter sized, and iced over, with trim of party green, yellow, and pink.
(I wonder, should I do the same for my children? But really they’re yours . . . .)
I believe now you woke me early because You know I am going back to work; and there are some things you wanted me to know. That includes things I once knew but forgot. It also includes things I never knew or never learned. They are things that have to do with the new job – how one does the job and all.
What you told me was strange and unexpected. It wasn’t a list of things to do like the ten commandments. But it was still a list, poetically stated, I guess you could say. It was a list of what I am to be and do for others in my (no, your) flock.
Then something changed, and I actually saw the letter you had written to me. It was obvious it was one of love. I knew that because of the very first page of the letter. It looked like the top of a favorite birthday cake: letter sized, and iced over, with trim of party green, yellow, and pink.
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| His writing was a row of smiling, cursive loops . . . . A very happy cake to read. |
Happy colors. Birthday colors. To remind me of candy and balloons; but mostly of Your love. And there was writing across the letter-sheet-cake: long loops of cursive, from your hand, smiling freely across the page.
“Love as I have loved you. You have freely received; freely give!”
And all of this, and more, to celebrate a new beginning. A time of starting over (which I guess I am).
“So ‘Happy Father’s Day’ from You to me. My Dear and Most Blessed Ever Father in Heaven.
LBC
“Love as I have loved you. You have freely received; freely give!”
And all of this, and more, to celebrate a new beginning. A time of starting over (which I guess I am).
“So ‘Happy Father’s Day’ from You to me. My Dear and Most Blessed Ever Father in Heaven.
LBC
