Thinking About My Dad

Sunday is Father’s Day and I’m preaching a lesson about “How to Be A Great Dad.” But let’s be honest. Father’s day is just not as big a deal as Mother’s Day! Restaurants are not as crowded. Phone circuits are not jammed. Hallmark’s business is not as great as on Mother’s Day. And even church attendance doesn’t compare to Mother’s Day!

But that’s understandable, because typically fathers are not as sentimental as mothers. However, let me share a bit of sentiment as I think about my Dad who passed away 18 years ago and pay tribute to dads.”

Memories

I grew up in the 50’s and 60’s. My father was a product of the depression and grew up on a farm. He knew the value of a dollar and the importance of work. He taught me to work. More than that he expected me to work and gave me chores to do. But my Dad did more than teach, he exemplified the work ethic in our home. He worked all day in the factory and then came home and worked in the field.

I was lucky to have a Dad who reverently and fervently gave thanks at the dinner table. While my Mom taught me to pray as a little boy, it is the memory of growing older and hearing my father pray that sticks in my mind. I was fortunate to have a father who knew the importance of spiritual things. Dad was the spiritual leader in our home. While my Mom had strong influence in Dad’s early spiritual growth, there was no doubt who was the head and leader of our home. My Dad encouraged me to preach the gospel. He provided a car filled with gas on many occasions for me to go and preach.

My Dad was not a worldly, sophisticated man. He was a simple, no-nonsense, down to earth kind of man. And I thank God for the precious memory I have of him. My feelings, however, may be summed up by a little piece someone gave me entitled “Over the Years.”

Age 4-My Daddy can do anything.

Age 8-Daddy doesn’t know quite everything.

Age 12-Naturally father doesn’t understand.

Age 14-Father? Hopelessly old-fashioned.

Age 21-What do you expect? He’s out of date.

Age 25-He comes up with a good idea now and then.

Age 30-Must see what Dad thinks about it!

Age 40-Patience! Let’s get Dad’s input first.

Age 50-What would Dad think about that?

Age 60-I wish I could talk to Dad once more!

A Tribute

We have many fine fathers today. Yes, I know we have our faults. But I know a lot of men who take being a father seriously. Men who are working hard to provide for their families. Men who are trying to be good husbands and faithful Christians. We also have Dads who are struggling. Let’s encourage them.

A Word to Sons & Daughters

Don’t forget dear ole dad on Sunday. He may appear unsentimental, but deep down he desires your respect and yearns for your love. In his own way, he will appreciate your remembrance of him. Your affection. Your affirmation. The day will come when you will no longer be able to talk to him, to see him and to honor him. Take the time now before it is too late. I wish I could talk to my Dad today. But I have good memories of him. I wish the same for you.

–Ken Weliever, The Preacherman

16 Comments

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16 responses to “Thinking About My Dad

  1. Judy Bertram

    This brought tears to my eyes this morning. I miss my daddy even though he went to be with the Lord 23 years ago. Mom made sure Father’s day was a big deal around our house and even though he acted like we “shouldn’t have” he LOVED it! What a difference a strong, spiritual leader in the family makes. Thanks for sharing your story today!

  2. Ken Green

    Thanks for jogging memories. My dad has been gone for 40 years now and I think about him every day. He made no attempt to be my pal. He was my dad. He was a 30-year military man and as tough as a 5 dollar steak. I had a healthy fear of him and never doubted for a moment that he loved me. Most or all of our social problems are related to missing dads in the homes.

  3. That brought tears to my eyes too. I love my dad & am grateful I still have him around. He was diagnosed with Parkinson’s a couple of years ago & that really stunned me. I’m a daddy’s girl & no matter how old I get, whether I ever get married or not, he’s still the big strong man that is there for me, to protect me & provide for me, to give me a hug & tell me everything is going to be ok. It makes me tear up when I think the day will come when I will be the one caring for him…that eventually he won’t be the big strong man I grew up with. He’s the best father. He loves me unconditionally, he makes sacrifices to be able to help me out, he’s a good, strong spiritual leader. He knows I don’t have the money to spend on expensive gifts & probably wouldn’t want me to anyway. I paid for lunch last year for Father’s Day & I think he would rather he paid for it instead of me. We haven’t hashed out the lunch details yet but I am making one of his favorites as my gift to him……banana pudding. 🙂 That will make his day more than any gift or meal.

  4. Bobby Jones

    Ken it is great for those that can have fond and great memories about their Dad. I do, but unfortunately there are millions in this world that don’t have fond memories. However evryone can have fond memories of a perfect Father if they so choose to accept him as a Father. His love is greater than any we will ever experience in life and oh the gifts he will bestow on us after this life on earth and the gifts he gives us now. His advice is flawless and always looking out for our good. May God Bless.

  5. Sylvilene Larkin Halrom

    I respected and liked your Mom and Dad very much, Ken. My dad passed away while my children were young but they got to know him well enough to respect and love him for the man he was. Isn’t it wonderful to have such good memories of hard working dads who were fair, just and respected as God fearing men? Thank you for sharing. I read this on someone else’s post on Facebook.

  6. John

    Thanks for the great thoughts. We have some fond memories of both of your parents when they would come visit while you were at Palmetto.

  7. william parsons

    Father’s Day is a special day. More now than ever is the Father needed to stand tall and be an example for the entire family. My Dad died over 20 years ago and I have been the Patriarch for those many years. With my Three Sons and Seven Grandchildren (2 boys and five girls), I have lived my life as a guide with the Lord Jesus’ strength and wisdom.

    My Dad was a special Man, he was always there for me in most ways. He demonstrated with his life and time what it meant to be a Christian Father.

    Our Boys are all hard working dedicated professionals that support their
    Family units as God fearing Men.

    My Wife has kept me grounded now for over 50 years while dating and married. In two years, with our Family Unit, we will celebrate our 50th Wedding Anniversary, if it The Lord Jesus’ Will.

    We have lived in various parts of the country and world, coming back to a special place along Lake Michigan, called Lutheran Camp Arcadia.

    I met my wife here as a teenager and each summer, we all at various times meet here in air conditioned weather along the lake to commune with God and others that we have known for three to five generations, truly the place
    that time has forgotten but not all of us who are honored to be here. The camp is 130 years old and special to us all whether we live in Alabama, Kentucky, Tennessee or Indiana we meet back in Arcadia, Michigan over the summer, fall or winter. Changing seasons, but not hearts that remain the same in loving tribute to the Lord and friends that remain true.

    My Father, brought me here as a small boy and worked hard for my Mother and I to spend the summers. It has been my role, to work hard so that my wife, sons and now grandchildren can enjoy the wonderful creation of our Lord in peaceful Michigan along the Lake.

    It is truly an annual time for renewal and Family fun time.

    Thank you Dad for giving us this moments for all generations……

    O Lord, in Your Mercy, hear our prayer to keep it this way alway. Amen.

  8. Reblogged this on ThePreachersWord and commented:

    Today, Norma Jean and I are in Wellandport, Ontario, Canada, where I am preaching in a meeting. But on this Father’s Day, I remember and pay tribute to my Dad who passed away 20 years ago. Here’s a piece that I wrote two years ago. I hope I speaks to you in some small way on this day in which we need more men like Dad.

  9. John Witt

    Ken, Ask the brethren at Wellandport if they remember John Witt who worked w/ them in the summer of 1964 when that group started.

  10. Enjoyed seeing his face again. Wonderful memories of a “prince of Israel”.

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