Showing posts with label Fathers Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fathers Day. Show all posts

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Psalm of Praise

Let us praise those fathers who have striven to balance the demands of work, marriage, and children with an honest awareness of both joy and sacrifice.

Let us praise those fathers who, lacking a good model for a father, have worked to become a good father.

Let us praise those fathers who by their own account were not always there for their children, but who continue to offer those children, now grown, their love and support.

Let us pray for those fathers who have been wounded by the neglect and hostility of their children.

Let us praise those fathers who, despite divorce, have remained in their children’s lives.

Let us praise those fathers whose children are adopted, and whose love and support has offered healing.

Let us praise those fathers who, as stepfathers, freely choose the obligation of fatherhood and earned their step children’s love and respect.

Let us praise those fathers who have lost a child to death, and continue to hold the child in their heart.

Let us praise those men who have no children, but cherish the next generation as if they were their own.

Let us praise those men who have “fathered” us in their role as mentors and guides.

Let us praise those men who are about to become fathers; may they openly delight in their children.

And let us praise those fathers who have died, but live on in our memory and whose love continues to nurture us.

Credits: Rev. Kirk D. Loadman

God's instruction to fathers

God instructs fathers on how to behave with children.

"Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger by the way you treat them. Rather, bring them up with the discipline and instruction that comes from the Lord." ~ Ephesians 6:4

This instruction has three parts:

# 1. Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger by the way you treat them.

Every child has a fragile and innocent heart and they are in the blooming stage. Some fathers tend to be overly strict with their children. This actually backfires and children tend to look for an opportunity to stay away from such fathers by not sharing their troubles and challenges. Some fathers punish their children more than what is required. Such acts sow the seed of anger withing the child and promote children to be rebellious. On the other extreme, there are certain fathers who are never there for their children. This demotes the child's faith and such children swallow the sour experience they face. Fathers are supposed to find a middle ground and treat children tenderly, according to their age.

# 2. Rather, bring them up with the discipline

At home, typically fatherly figure is the one who enforces discipline based on a child's behavior. Discipline is necessary to keep a child on track. Further, discipline promotes a sense of security and love within the child. For a father to enforce discipline, first he needs to follow discipline - an alcoholic father has no right to preach and punish his children about DUI and is utter hopeless; children will make a mockery of such fathers. A good father needs to show his son/daughter the right way and then discipline him/her in that path. This is where being a father becomes difficult. Such disciplinary lessons leave an everlasting impression in the child's heart and he/she will remember to follow such discipline during his/her lifetime.

#3. and instruction that comes from the Lord

Every child birth is a miracle and when a child is born, Lord is entrusting that infant into the hands of a father. Hence, fatherhood comes with great responsibility - to teach the child God's instructions at proper times. These instructions typically come before discipline is administered; when a child is not following instructions - that's when the father steps in as the 'discipline enforcer'. God has provided a set of instructions to man - on how to live well during this lifetime. It is the father's responsibility to first learn those instructions (which God provided) and pass it on to the next generation. Lord's instructions are the best and it stays constant for ever. This is where fathers become role models to their children. Many fathers are willing to train their children in the field of profession, but ignore to impart those instructions that come from the Lord. After all, fathers are just watching over God's gift to them - children.

Fathers, be extremely thankful to Lord for the child/children you have. God trusts you with those kids and at the same time, your kids are looking up towards you to learn what's right and wrong. They crave for your love and attention - provide them your time.

In case you don't have a child yet, knock on heaven's door and ask God for one - there are numerous examples of people praying to God (in the Bible) and may Lord hear your prayers.

For those single moms out there - while you are doing double duty, may Lord provide you the strength and  courage to carry on.

Last but not the least - let's remember Our Heavenly Father, who revealed His true love to all His children.

Happy Father's Day once again!


Saturday, June 15, 2013

My Father's Hands

When I was just a toddler, my first thoughts of my father were of how huge his hands were.  So big, I could sit in his palm, diaper and all, like a little bird.  It was a comfortable seat for me at that age.  He was strong, and his hands were huge and meaty.  He could hold me at arms length, and I still felt safe and secure.  As I grew older and bigger, I noticed that I could no longer fit so securely in his palm.  Still, his hands were big and strong.  He could lift heavy things with ease.  I marveled at his strength.  I often looked at those hands in amazement, watching him use them to perform fatherly tasks.  He was a great fixer, and could put a bicycle together, unclog a drain, sharpen a kitchen knife for my mother.  Those were talented hands.  He was especially adept at building cabinets and closets, repairing windows, leveling floors and laying tile.  His hands could measure and mark, cut and saw, hammer and screw wood together like an artist painting or a sculptor carving.

As I grew older still, I found that those same hands could be an instrument of punishment.  As any boy-child might, I occasionally transgressed.  Then those hands of his would be swung like a paddle, usually aimed at my backside.  I came to fear them, for they were still huge and strong-appearing to an eight or ten year old boy.  Not that I didn't deserve the swats, or that they were inflicted with unusual cruelty.  He was an old-fashioned father, who believed in instant correction for wrongdoing.  So, in that fashion, I learned moral and ethical lessons from those hands.

When I entered my teen years, I began to notice changes in my own hands.  They were becoming larger and bonier, and I often wondered if they would ever become as strong and capable as Dad's.  By now, he was entering middle age, and his hands did not seem so huge, but appeared to be getting meatier.  Ham-handed, I think they call it.  It was as if he had muscles bulging out around the finger and knuckle bones.  He certainly had a lot of strength in them, and Mom was always calling on him to open stuck jar lids.  Sometimes, though, I began to notice there were tasks he could not perform barehanded.  His need to resort to a wrench, or to a vise, or to a hammer, to accomplish some task, caused me to stop thinking of him as a superman.  His hands were beginning to demonstrate his mortality, and I was recognizing it for the first time.

When I graduated from Navy recruit training, my fathers' hands changed again.  Full of confidence, I returned home on leave feeling like I had at last attained manhood.  My father hugged me at first sight, then, embarrassed a bit, he stepped back and extended his hand.  We shook, and I realized that, at last, my hands were the same size as his.  Not quite as strong yet, but getting real close.  In later years, we worked together filing cars, doing yard work, building a house, undertaking renovations.  His hands were still strong and capable, but now I saw them as normal man's hands.  Large, calloused, strong.  He could work outdoors in cold weather, with his hands turning red, and never complain.  I learned stoicism from those hands in the cold of New England winters.

When I married, and had a child of my own, the circle of life began to close in on itself.  I held my daughter in my own palm one day, and realized that that was my first impression of my father.  I wondered if my daughter would remember me by my hands.  As I looked at them, I realized how much like my fathers' hands they had become.  Same size, same shape, same wrinkling of the skin.  As I stroked her hair, I wondered how many times my father had used his hands on me in the same fashion, while I slept, unaware.  A grandfather four times over by now, I noticed age creeping into my father's hands.  More wrinkles, less muscularity, an occasional brown spot.  Sometimes, he had to ask me to open a jar, or pick up a heavy object.  His hands were becoming weak and bony.  An old man's hands, crossed back and forth with blue veins, standing dearly under the loose skin.

Finally, his body began to malfunction.  Several times he had to be hospitalized, and it was painful to me to see his hands pierced by needles and swathed in tape and gauze.  Lifting a glass to his lips, his hands would shake, as if with the exertion.  He lacked the old confidence in their power and utility, and moved objects carefully, lest they be spilled.  Sometimes they did.  At the very end, in a hospital emergency ward, he seemed to have difficulty just lifting those hands to wave "hi".  Thin and bony, they remained motionless most of the time.  Early one morning, I was summoned to the hospital to say my final farewell.  As I took his lifeless hands in mine, and felt the warmth fading away, I realized how important those hands had been in my own life.  The comfort, the safety, the help, the lessons they had offered.  With a final comparison, I saw how much of him I had inherited.  When last I saw those hands, folded together across his chest, clutching his prayer beads, I couldn't resist laying my own on top of them, mentally saying, "Thanks, Dad, for lending me a helping hand while I was growing up."

- A narrative by Paul Clements:

Children - This Father's day, find few minutes to spend with him. Take your father's hands and and kiss them. Show him that you value those hands in bringing you up to where you are today. Not only your earthly father, but also your Heavenly Father will appreciate your token of love.

Happy Father's day.


Thursday, June 13, 2013

Home schooling

Fathers - those of you who have your own daughters, consider them a treasure from Lord. 

It's your duty to educate and train your sons to be wise and walk in the way of Lord. May they follow the example of Jesus Christ as their role model.  

And by the way, the most expensive gift you can provide your children is to love their mother and treat her with respect & dignity. 

Happy Fathers Day!!!

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Happy Fathers Day

Happy fathers day to all the fathers out there, starting with our heavenly father, all the fathers we know of, all those who walked before us, and finally to all those aspiring future fathers who are currently undergoing training. Fathering is an easier job than mothering, and the task can be better performed when there is cooperation from the mother and child.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Girls and Boys

Fathers day is coming up and listen to what what one father had to say, from his very own experience in bringing up a boy and a girl.

When I throw my little girl a ball, it will hit her in the nose. When I throw my little boy a ball, he will try to catch it - then it will hit him in the nose.

When we dress our little girl in her Sunday best, she’ll look just as pretty when we make it to the church an hour later. We dress our boy in his Sunday best, and he’ll somehow find every muddy puddle from our home to the church, even if we're driving there.

If our girl accidentally burps, she will be embarrassed. If our boy accidentally burps, he will follow it with a dozen fake ones and produce all sorts of noises.

Boys grow their fingernails long because they’re too lazy to cut them. Girls grow their fingernails long so that they can dig them into a boy’s arm.

By the age of six, boys will stop giving their dad kisses. By the age of six, girls will stop giving their dad kisses unless dad bribes them with candy or toys.

A little girl will pick up a stick and look in wonderment at what God has made. A little boy will pick up a stick and immediately turn it into a gun.

When girls play with Barbie dolls, they like to dress them up and play house with them. When boys play with Barbie dolls, they like to blow them up, cut off various limbs and play war.

Girls are attracted to boys from an early age. At the same age, boys are attracted to dirt.

Girls will cry if someone dies in a movie. Boys will cry if you turn off the DVD after they’ve watched the same movie three times in a row.

As time goes by, girls turn into women. During the same time, boys turn into BIGGER boys.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Just a minute more, Daddy

“Just a minute more, Daddy,” the little girl cried.
“I don’t want to go inside right now; give me one more piggy ride.”

“Just another minute, Daddy,” she said when she was ten.
“I’m not really ready to go to sleep yet, but won’t you please come tuck me in?”

“Wait a minute, Daddy,” she said when she was a teen.
“My friends don’t have a curfew. How could you be so mean?”

“I’ll talk to you soon, Dad,” she said as she left for school.
“I’ve got to get this stuff in the car; my dorm room’s going to be so cool.”

“I don’t have the time now, Dad,” she said at the end of the day.
“A project’s due, my boss is mad, and I’ve got so many bills to pay.”

“Can I call you back in an hour, Dad?” she asked as the kids went to bed.
“They’re cranky, and they’re driving me crazy. They won’t listen to a word I’ve said.”

“Just a minute more, Daddy,” she said as he closed his eyes.
“The nurse said I don’t have to go home yet. I need just a little more time.”


Happy Fathers Day.


Friday, June 17, 2011

Walk a little slower

"Walk a Little slower, Daddy." said a little child so small.
I'm following in your footsteps and I don't want to fall.

Sometimes your steps are very fast, sometimes they're hard to see;
So walk a little slower Daddy, for you are leading me.

Someday when I'm all grown up, You're what I want to be.
Then I will have a little child who'll want to follow me.

And I would want to lead just right, and know that I was true;
So, walk a little slower, Daddy, for I must follow you!!


Thursday, June 16, 2011

Bible on Fathers

“Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house: thy children like olive plants ’round thy table”.
- Psalm 128:3

“A wise son makes a glad father.”
- Proverbs 10:1

“The righteous man walks in his integrity; his children are blessed after him.”
- Proverbs 20:7


Tuesday, June 14, 2011

A prayer for fathers

God our Father,
In your wisdom and love
You made all things.

Bless those fathers
Who have taken upon themselves,
The responsibility of parenting.
Bless those who have lost
A spouse to death or divorce
Who are parenting their children alone.

Strengthen them by your love
That they may be
And become the loving,
Caring persons they are meant to be.

Grant this through Christ our Lord.


Stuffed Toy

A father of five children had won a stuffed toy angel at the carnival. He called his kids together to ask which one should have the present.

“Who is the most obedient?” he asked. “Who never talks back to mother? Who does everything she says?” he added.

Five small voices answered in unison. “Okay, dad, you get the toy angel.”


Sunday, June 12, 2011

Dad's day sayings

My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, "You're tearing up the grass." "We're not raising grass," Dad would reply. "We're raising boys."
-Harmon Killebrew

He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.
-Clarence Budington Kelland

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
-Jewish proverb

A father is a man who expects his son to be as good a man as he meant to be.
-Frank A. Clark

When one has not had a good father, one must create one.
-Friedrich Nietzsche

Saturday, June 11, 2011


God took
the strength of a mountain
the majesty of a tree
the warmth of the summer sun
the calm of a quiet sea
the generous soul of nature
the comforting arm of night
the wisdom of the ages
the power of the eagle’s flight
the joy of a morning in spring
the faith of a mustard seed
the patience of eternity
the depth of a family need

Then God combined these qualities when there was nothing more to add.

He knew His masterpiece was complete and so He called it ‘Dad.'


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Son and Dad

One night a father overheard his son pray, “Dear God, make me the kind of man my Daddy is.”

Later that night the father prayed, “Dear God, make me the kind of man my son wants me to be.”


Saturday, June 19, 2010


While having their evening dinner together, a little girl looked up at her father and asked, "Daddy, you're the boss in our family, right?"

The father was very pleased to hear it and confidently replied, "Yes my little princess."

The girl then continued, "That's because mommy put you in charge, right?"

Happy Father's Day.


Big word

Five year old Becky answered the door when the Census taker came by. She told the Census taker that her daddy was a doctor and wasn't home, because he was performing an appendectomy.

"My," said the census taker, "that sure is a big word for such a little girl. Do you know what it means?"

"Sure! Fifteen hundred bucks and that doesn't even include the anesthesiologist!"

Happy Father's Day.