Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!” Mark 9:24

I Want One Day

Tomorrow is Father’s Day.  I will go see my dad, but it will be a one-sided conversation as I place my hand on the mausoleum marker that bears his name, birthdate, and death date.

I want one day to take my dad for a ride in my new/used car and show him the features cars have these days.  I would pop in a Polka CD just to hear him sing his favorite one, the Tick Tock Polka.  Then I would switch to my Christian music to hear him sing his other favorite song, Amazing Grace. 

I want one day to have breakfast with my dad.  He made the best eggs, sunny side up, with toast, buttered to perfection.  His coffee, light brown from a splash of milk, was never finished until he had a Little Debbie snack cake to dunk in.  After breakfast, the newspaper would be open to the daily Jumble; a word puzzle.  Each of us would have our own piece of paper and pencil and we would race to see who could rearrange the letters to make the correct words and to solve the caption under the cartoon that went with the puzzle.  Dad always won.

I want one day to sit in the drive way by the garage in a lawn chair, next to dad, drinking a beer with him on a hot sunny day.  The Detroit Tigers on the radio in the background of our own conversation.  I would share with him what’s going on in my life and ask his advice on important decisions.  He never hesitated to give the best advice.

Tomorrow is Father’s Day.  I will go see my dad, but it will be a one-sided conversation, for now.  I know he hears me tell him how much I love him and miss him because his spirit is alive.

Ephesians 6:1-3 (NIV)

Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. “Honor your father and mother”—which is the first commandment with a promise— “so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.”

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