A Father’s Day Gift
What Fathers Really Appreciate
This morning, my eight year old son David came bounding into my room with my four year old daughter Hannah. “Happy Father’s Day!” they shouted. Joseph, the more sophisticated ten year old, trailed with a smile on his face, echoing their comments. The even more sophisticated teens were still in bed.
I was then presented with their gifts. One thank you card from Hannah, with a picture of the two of us together. I guessed who was who, and she was pleased (my head was bigger). The other was a piece of paper from David and Hannah, colored in crayon with a picture of a sun over the water. Well, sort of. Half the page was colored blue, and there was a red circle in the middle. My kind of art.
Accompanying the latter was a bunch of quarters – ten, to be exact. This was from David, he explained. It was two dollars and fifty cents, and he counted it for me to prove it. It was all in quarters because that’s all he had.
Curious, I asked him why he wanted to give me money. Without hesitation, he replied “Because I wanted you to know that you’re more important to me than money.”
Thank you, Lord.
After a few more minutes of general pandemonium, they decided I should read them a bible story. I flipped open the children’s bible to the part about Jesus choosing his disciples.
It said that when Jesus called Matthew the tax collector to follow him, Matthew got up right away and left the money behind.
That was two times within a few minutes. When I begin hearing things in stereo, I wonder who’s trying to get my attention. There are lots of ways to consider this, but let me stick with one simple conclusion: fathers appreciate being loved more than other stuff.
I think our Father God may feel the same way. Money is conveniently symbolic for “other stuff” because it so easily translates into just that.
So on this Father’s Day, I’m grateful for the gift of The Father, especially on this Feast of the Holy Trinity. In addition, my wife – who helped me become a father – all eight of our children, and my Dad. All are gifts beyond compare. I also appreciate the challenge implicit in this morning’s festivities: I need to love God even more than other stuff. Now excuse me while I go wake up the teens.