This Sunday, Father’s Day, is an important day in the lives of many. Everyone, like it or not, has a father. Some may have fond memories of their fathers, some may not. Some memories are distant and some are of step, foster or even grandfather-father figures.
My biological father was killed in a motorcycle accident when I was a year old. My mother later married my stepfather and he has always been known as Dad.
Now I would love to say my stepdad was the perfect dad. I would like to say that, but like all fathers, he made mistakes.
Despite his mistakes, there was never a doubt of how much he cared for my older brother and me, and when my two younger siblings came along, never once did he treat us as second-class children. Perfect or not, my dad showed me I was his son.
As a pastor and believer in Jesus Christ, I am reminded of God the Father’s love as well. The difference is God’s love is perfect.
He took a horrible and wretched sinner like myself and adopted me into His family. He washed my filthy sin in baptism, He clothed me in His righteousness and He forgives me when I, like a teenager, yell, back talk and defy Him. At times, He scolds me like a parent, but He continues to show me that I am His Son.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Published in Delta Optimist June 14 2013
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