Sunday, June 20, 2010
After church, when most everyone else had disappeared to their private laziness and mom was busy in the kitchen, I would sit on his lap and he would read the comics out loud to me. "No, dad... I only like the funny ones...not the serious ones." I would remind him every week. He would read the serious ones anyway, trying to put exciting voice inflections in so that I might change my mind. I would listen impatiently, waiting for him to finish Prince Valiant and get to Blondie and Dagwood.
Many years later, a friend and I ....after having a really long heart to heart talk about God and forgiveness and repentance...(you know about those long heart to hearts, right?) anyway...I told her that God was merciful and kind and would forgive....she said that she could only imagine God as a "fire-and brimstone" kind of God. One that exacted punishment for the wicked and the sinners, and that repentance was won only through immense suffering.
I don't know....I must have come across my idea of Heavenly Father from somewhere....maybe it was watching a gentle, kind, imperfect man, teach by example how to clean up where needed, patch up a mistake, and patiently endure...even through the serious parts of life.
Today, I will honor my Father...which one...you ask?....Both of them is my answer. My Heavenly, and earthly father. I imagine they are pretty much the same.