For some reason, Father's Day does not have the same razzmatazz as Mother's Day.
For fathers it is more like raspberries than anything else is. Don't get me wrong. I find nothing wrong with getting raspberries and I have given my share of raspberries, but occasionally a little razzmatazz would be nice.
I just have one question. Where would mothers be without fathers?
Mothers would be old maids and I have yet to see a date on the calendar celebrating "Old Maid's Day." (Stick that into your knitting basket and knit me a sweater!)
I’m reluctant to mention this, but Mothers owe fathers everything in this regard. Among other things, they owe us their motherhood.
Perhaps my humble effort will help put this subject into the proper perspective and maybe the public will begin to think more passionately about fathers and Father's Day.
I know we will celebrate it in our home this year as we have every other year.
First, we will all go out to an expensive restaurant and have a wonderful meal together, which, by the way good ole Dad will pick up the tab.
Because it is such an important occasion and everybody is having such a good time, someone (not myself) will say, "This meal deserves a good tip." When they say this, they are looking straight at me. Because I am the Father, I will lay down a generous tip whereby everyone will slap me on the back and say, "Good Ole Dad."
If memory serves me correctly (and often it is on vacation), I picked up the tab and the tip last month on Mother's Day. The difference between Mother's Day and Father's Day is that on Mother's Day nobody slaps me on the back and says "Good Ole Dad."
After our wonderful meal together, we will all go back home and shower me with many presents, which, incidentally, have all been charged to my credit card. Now, I wouldn't mind having these gifts charged to my credit card if I have the privilege of picking out the gifts myself. Gifts I really need and can use.
Let me say a brief word about these expensive Father's Day presents. None of them have any practical value for the everyday world, at least the one in which I live.
For example:One year, the kiddies bought me a beautiful necktie. I love getting neckties because I wear one every day of my life. I have neckties for every occasion you can think of and some you can't. Getting me a necktie as a present is an excellent choice.
I cannot think of another gift I appreciate more than a beautiful necktie. However, this particular necktie was fluorescent green with a brightly painted hoola?dancer that glowed in the dark. To this day I have never had an occasion calling for a tie of such . . . what should I say . . . decorum.
I must say, however, when I got the bill for that tie it did bring tears to my eye. Call me sentimental. Call me an old softie. Call me broke!
When the children were still small, they often made me homemade Father's Day cards. The brightly colored stick figure (representing Good Ole Dad, of course) often made me weep like a baby. It was not just the childish drawing and coloring out of lines. It was not giving me green hair and an orange mustache. And it was not the fact that these children of mine thought so much of me that they were willing to go to all the bother of making a Father's Day card for me. The flow of tears was a result of knowing that these precious cards did not come out of my credit card account!
When I stop to realize just how much Father's Day has cost me down through the years, I would like to find the person who first put it on the calendar. I'm not complaining. I'm worth every penny I spend on Father's Day, or my children would not spend it on me. It is part of being a father.
The thought playing in my mind this week was, when did the first Father's Day take place? And who was that first father?
Actually, when I stopped to think about it I took up my Bible and discovered it was my Heavenly Father. God was the first "Good Ole Dad."
In my study I quietly turned to a familiar
passage, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life" (John 3:16 KJV).
The first Father's Day was when God, the Father, sent Jesus, the Son, into this world as our Savior. The beautiful thing about that first Father's Day is the Heavenly Father footed the entire bill. I guess He set the pattern for the rest of us fathers to follow.
I quickly turned to another verse that flooded my heart with gratitude. "For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father. The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God:" (Romans 8:15?16 KJV).
I reverently bowed my head and thanked my Heavenly Father that He thought so much of me to give so much for me. The best day of my life was when I took the Father's gift, Jesus Christ, as my own Savior and was brought into the Family of God. I bow my knees to the original “Good Ole Dad.”
Echoing Donna's best wishes James! Hope you had a lovely day. You know, Father's Day is actually very special, because it's held at least twice a year - here in Australia we have it in September. So Dad's must be doubly important ;-) With love, Deb
James, Happy Father's Day! Great tribute. I hope you didn't get a tie for Father's Day this year! (BTW, we just got back from 'lunch out' and my hubby paid the bill - must be universal!) God bless you! Donna