I don’t know what took me so long to realize this, but on Sunday, as we were “celebrating” Father’s Day, I came to an odd realization that I wish I had realized when I was but a wee lad. Ready for it….. wait…. wait…. ok… here it is……Father’s day is not about celebrating father dearest! Okay, sure, the day makes people think of their father; especially for those who don’t get to spend the day with their father.
I have two reasons for this. First, I don’t think (although I could be wrong) that anyone celebrates their father. Rather, it is more about their dad. I know, I know… the old cliché “Anyone can be a father but it takes someone special to be a daddy” is ringing through your head. But think about, there’s quite a bit of truth to the statement. The day should be renamed Daddy’s Day.
Anyway, the second (and may I say much more profound) reason for this is completely different. As I was enjoying the day, I came to realize that I was celebrating. Celebrating myself? Nonsense… anyone who knows me knows that there’s nothing to celebrate there. Rather, I found that I was celebrating being a dad… to three children. All I wanted all day long was to enjoy my children enjoying all that God (the true Daddy to us all) has given them.
So, I have a charge to all children. On Father’s Daddy’s Day, simply enjoy life and let your dad enjoy you doing that!
Now wait a second… I couldn’t possibly end the post like that. I have to be theologically profound in some way (if not at least in my own mind). So, reflecting upon the metaphor of God as Father and my revelation, perhaps there is yet another conclusion. Wouldn’t it be such an awesome thought if everyday was Daddy’s Day to God. What if He celebrates (God celebrating… now there’s a thought) being our daddy and celebrates us enjoying life every day? Think about it.