Take 3, and a change of topic

Wrote a nice post (at least, I thought it was nice and thoughtful). Computer said "resolving host" after I hit "publish" and somehow wasn't saved. So starting rewriting from memory a few minutes later; while looking out the window, the cursor moved, landed on "home" and, gone again! Wife said, "maybe not meant to write about that."

Since I don't "preach" most holidays, i figured I'd write a Fathers' Day post. So, here it is.

Happy Fathers' Day to all dads. No dad is perfect. Some dads are horrible and don't deserve the title "dad" or "father". Maybe the crass term "sperm donor" applies to some. But no matter how good or bad he was, the fact remains that YOU are here and, without him, you wouldn't have been.

My dad wasn't perfect, but he did the best he could with what he had. Born in 1929, he worked from the age of 6, helping his family the best he could. His dad, by all accounts, was "no account." So affection, communication, and tenderness were not natural to my dad.

But my dad worked. 27 years in the Marines, another 15 years as an assistant manager of a community college's cafeteria. This, after feeding rabbits, setting up bowling pins, and working in diners. He provided. He showed his love in his own way. Rarely did he say "I love you." It was almost always "We love you."

He died 8 years ago this July. We didn't have a great relationship, but it was good enough. I can't say that I miss him, but I still think about him, remember how he said certain things, and some of his habits.

Now God as our Father is not an imperfect Father. So he is the model for all fathers. But as I write sometimes in my journal, "Now I'm rambling." So I'll stop. If you have a dad, even a bad one, give God thanks that he helped bring you into the world. And thank God that he alone is a Good and Gracious Loving Father.