This weekend is so bittersweet for those of us who grew up without fathers. The statistics are 40% of all children and 70+% of African-Americans grow up without a man in the house. It creates a pain and longing that lasts a lifetime.
I still remember my grandmother taking me to a department store and flagging down a random store clerk in the mens section and asking him if he would teach me how to tie a tie. Till this day I don’t know who that man was but even now, through my tears, I say, “Thank you.”
Actor and poet, Daniel Beaty, knows the pain well. Every time I watch his poem, “Knock, Knock,” I can’t stop the tears from flowing.
On this Father’s Day weekend I want to recognize my True Father. The scriptures say that God is “A father to the fatherless.” (Ps. 68.5) He has provided for me beyond belief. I have never gone without. God has been my friend, confidant and sustainer. When I have wandered from the path set out for me, my Father in heaven (HALLOWED BE HIS NAME!) has gently disciplined me with grace and truth.
I want to shout it from the mountaintops that my God has been a great Dad!
If you need a father then hear his word today, “Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.” (Rev. 3.20)