Today is Fathers Day here in America, a day that was full of sadness growing up without a dad. I want to tell you about three Fathers before you get to the beautiful hymn below. The first one is my Uncle, who married my aunt when he was just out of high school. She was much older then him and already had two little girls. They had a boy together and then took my sister and myself in. Five kids, only one his natural born. My aunt was a stay at home wife, which meant he worked very hard at his construction job to care for all of us. We stayed with him for two years, and never once in all my life have I heard him mention how that must have put him out. He walked me down the isle when Justin and I were married. That, dear brethren, is a father.
The second man I want to tell you about, shortly as he actually reads my blog and will be very embarrassed by this, is Justin. My husband is an amazing father. With multiple fractures in his back, a herniated disk, and sciatic nerve pain, he takes Kk out to the ballpark everyday he’s off to practice softball. He hasn’t missed a day of work in years. He takes her on daddy-daughter dates. He helps her with lessons, gymnastics, and even picking out clothes. He’s so tough that until she was 6 Kk was convinced he was Superman. That, my friends, is a good father!
Lastly, I want to tell you of a completely different type of Father. This Father is so great, so holy, so righteous, that comparing Him to earthly fathers is folly. He’s not at all like the dads we had growing up. He’s perfect, perfect in love and perfect in justice. I am, of course, talking about our Heavenly Father, who sent His only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him will not die but have ever lasting life. His Son, Jesus Christ, condescended to become man, entering His creation and living a sinless life. When the time came He laid down His life, let none of you confuse this point, neither the religious leaders nor those Roman soldiers took His life. He gave it willingly, in complete obedience to God the Father. On that cross He paid a debt He didn’t owe, because we owe a debt we can’t pay. He died, was buried in a tomb, then rose again the third day! Praise God! This hope we have, that Christ took the punishment we deserve so that we can be forgiven and free. Repent of your sins, dear ones, if you have not yet, and put your faith in Christ alone. There is no other name under heaven that can save.
For all those fathers out there, Happy Fathers Day! For all those who had no father, or one that made you wish you had no father, flee to the cross. There is only one Father that is perfect, the rest are wretched sinners just like you and I. With that, let us heap praise, worship, glory, and honor to the only One who deserves it! And as always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.
Behold the sure Foundation-stone
Which God in Zion lays
To build our heav’nly hopes upon
And His eternal praise.
Chosen of God, to sinners dear,
And saints adore the name;
They trust their whole salvation here,
Nor shall they suffer shame.
The foolish builders, scribe and priest,
Reject it with disdain;
Yet on this Rock the Church shall rest,
And envy rage in vain.
What though the gates of hell withstood,
Yet must this building rise.
’Tis Thy own work, Almighty God,
And wondrous in our eyes.