Malachi 4:6 (NIV)
He will turn the hearts of the parents to their children,
and the hearts of the children to their parents; or else I will come and strike
the land with total destruction.”
In Sunday school today I had some of the leaders share
some of their special memories of their father. It was a blessed time as we
shared with the young people the good times and the bad. Our prayer was that
each of them would see that God had given them each a gift, whether it is a
biological father or someone special that has stepped I as a father to them.
As I was reading the other day I came across the following
story from one of Erma Bombeck posts.
When the good Lord was creating Fathers he started with a
tall frame. And a female angel nearby said, "What kind of Father is that?
If you're going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put
Fathers up so high? He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a
child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without a lot of
stooping." And God smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make him
child-size, who would children have to look up to?"
And when God made a Father's hands, they were large and
sinewy. And the angel shook her head sadly and said, "Do you know what
you're doing? Large hands are clumsy. They can't manage diaper pins, small
buttons, and rubber bands on pony tails or even remove splinters caused by
baseball bats." And God smiled and said, "I know, but they're large
enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a
day...yet small enough to cup a child's face in his hands."
And then God molded long, slim legs and broad shoulders.
And the angel nearly had a heart attack. "Boy, this is the end of the
week, all right," she clucked. "Do you realize you just made a Father
without a lap? How is he going to pull a child close to him without the kid
falling between his legs?" And God smiled and said, "A mother needs a
lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a
bicycle, and hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus."
God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet
anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer.
"That's not fair. Do you honestly think those large boats are going to dig
out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries? Or walk through a small
birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests?" And God
smiled and said, "They'll work. You'll see. They'll support a small child
who wants to ride a horse, or scare off mice at the summer cabin, or display
shoes that will be a challenge to fill."
God worked throughout the night, giving the Father few
words, but a firm authoritative voice; eyes that saw everything, but remained
calm and tolerant. Finally, almost as an afterthought, he added tears. Then he
turned to the angel and said, "Now, are you satisfied that he can love as
much as a Mother?" The angel shuteth up.
Dear Lord, we thank You for our fathers. We pray that You
will strengthen them and give them the wisdom they need as they strive to be
the men you want them to be. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
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