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We traditionally honor our earthly dads on Father’s Day as we should. It’s also a good day to say aloud, “The Our Father,” being that dads are supposed to represent Father God.

Your dad may have scored 67% on the Father-God test or may have failed miserably, perhaps being absorbed in lesser things than raising you. But, even if you were fortunate enough to get a “Dear Old Dad” and he did a great job, no father represents Father God perfectly. That doesn’t change the fact that we have a perfect Papa. He will prove again and again that He’s near you and me and even when we can’t seem to see Him, He hears us.

A few years back, I was sitting on a porch watching the sunrise over the Sea of Galilee in Israel. A little boy appeared across the street anxiously scurrying around, obviously looking for something. Again and again, he cried, “Abba! Abba! Abba!” Finally, his dad appeared with the little boy’s back pack and the little guy immediately settled down. His father wasn’t frantic. His dad had the goods. His dad had the keys to the car that would trek his son off to school. The young student would be on time, at that.

We have this personal Father God. Yet, we also have the “Our” Father; the One who is the Dad of all mankind.

“For this reason I bow my knees to the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, from whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named…” The Apostle Paul from Ephesians 3:14,15

The latest crisis in the Middle East can lead us to conjure up questions like, “Is this THE end?” or “Is the world going to be in ruins?” As the world seems to spin out of control, it may be hard for some of us to trust the Father-Figure of The Trinity. It reminds me of an old poem about a father who comes down at night, finds the house a mess, picks up all of the toys and puts every one back where they belong.

So as we say the “Our Father” either to ourselves or with a congregation, let’s abandon our fears and settle down like that little boy in Israel.

BELOW: (LEFT) MY LATE DAD, PAUL, HOLDING MY DAUGHTER GUINEVERE. (RIGHT) MY ADOPTED FATHER, THE LATE ROYAL CUTLER, HOLDING GUINEVERE’S BABY, GRANT, A FEW YEARS BACK. SUNRISE OVER THE SEA OF GALILEE. 

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I’m a sentimental slob and that means I take Father’s Day to heart. I love all of the mushy-gooshy-sentiment-laden-over-the-top-how-you-influenced-my-life stuff that helps raise Hallmark’s stock. I love the barbecue and the kindness of June’s fair weather. I love the riverside concert and fireworks. I love the long distance call.

Most of all, I love my children being with me. (I really do appreciate all of the sentiments, too.)

What is it about genetics and love that make hearts inseparable for a daddy? Is it that you lived through every stage and you are the only father they will ever have? Is it the fact that they grow up successfully and end up sharing a lot of the same values you had wondered if they’d ‘catch?’

Whatever it is, I’ve got that Father-fever and I guess it’s here forever.

Yet, this Father’s Day, I slept in a bit too much. I usually get up and spend that time with my Heavenly Father. And I didn’t do it. Oh, I went to church. But it wasn’t the same as our more intimate times. It made me think about times when my kids were doing something else and I wanted them near.

So, that’s what Father’s Day and fathering is all about. We get the perspective of God the Father, who misses us when we don’t show up and loves us through it. I made sure I got a walk in with Him a little later that perfect June day. He didn’t mention our missed encounter. He didn’t have to. I did… and repented. He was simply there, waiting for me as He always does, and it was a grand time with my Dad.

PHOTOS: (“CLOCK”WISE, HEE, HEE), CLOCK MY DAUGHTER GAVE ME ALWAYS BEFORE ME ON MY DESK, SON-IN-LAW BEN BEING A DAD TO MY GRANDKIDS, SPIRITUAL FATHER ROYAL CUTLER AND, MY DAD, PAUL F. LACOSTA, SR. AS A YOUNG BUCK.

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