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Topic: Power (05/10/04)

TITLE: One Father in Heaven Is More Powerful Than Three on Earth by Wendy D.


The day he said goodbye, left an imprint in my memory that relinquished a hollow field where I believed no flowers would ever bloom again. I remember how he stood at the front door with a swollen green garbage bag filled with everything he owned. For some odd reason I remember how the toothbrush stuck out the top of the bag. He had such nice teeth. I can still see his smile.

Where ya goin daddy, “I asked?”

“Daddy has to go somewhere, but I’ll call see you soon,” he said.

I hadn’t understood why he was leaving or where he was going. I only knew that it felt wrong.

“Please don’t go,” I begged.

“It’s your fault,” I yelled at my mother.

I grabbed onto his leg.

“Take her,” he said.

She desperately pried my tiny arms from around his leg. He knelt down before me, kissed my cheek and said goodbye. He hoisted the heavy green bag over his shoulder and my mother closed the door behind him.

I never saw his face on the other side of that door again. However, thirteen years later, I saw him, and he hadn’t even recognized me. Ironically, it had been at my grandmother’s funeral where we were re-united. I knew he’d be there, because it was his mother who died. There I stood; dressed in the best clothes I owned. I had hoped and prayed he’d be thrilled to see me. My uncle and I approached him together.

“Do you know who this is?” my uncle asked.

“No,” he responded.

How could he not know me? I was his child, I thought. Doesn’t everyone have an innate ability to know their own children? Even animals know their own offspring! I actually felt sick. The surrealism of that moment has never left my memory. At that point in time the words I’d prepared to say a thousand times, evaporated in my hollow heart. This time, I chose to close the door on him. I had no use for him, or he for me.

In the midst of those thirteen years, I experienced two other fathers. Neither one succeeded in the task that had been furnished upon them. The position of father is a powerful one. Unfortunately, many who have been blessed with this honorable task have abandoned their responsibility.

Memories are powerful as well.
Fortunately new memories can be made that can overpower the one’s we prefer to cast down. And, for the memories that leave destitute pockets in our hearts we can fill them up with Christ. He is a father to the fatherless. His power and love for his children exceeds even the best of fathers on the earth.

It is written, “Even though you have ten thousand guardians in Christ, you do not have many fathers, for in Christ Jesus I became your father through the gospel.”(1Cor. 4:15 NIV)

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Joanne Malley05/17/04
This article will tug on anyone's heart. It will also prove that only the truest love comes from our father above! Ok, I'm done crying now! Very nice heartfelt piece.
Leticia Caroccio05/18/04
You are right, our articles are quite similar. I had to read yours at intervals. It is powerfully written and heartfelt. For those who have loving, devoted daddies, they may not fully understand our situation. Since becoming a new Christian a little over a year ago, I have learned to relinquish the dream of an earthly daddy. When we cry out "Abba, Father", as I have learned, is our cry to our heavenly Daddy, and He more than met my need.

The passing of my father was painful and has been difficult to handle. But God, in His infinite wisdom allowed us the time to make amends last year and I am at peace. Thank you for your wonderful story.
L.M. Lee05/18/04
nicely told.
Dian Moore05/18/04
Your article is very moving and I was saddened by the reality of it. I hope someday through the power of your Heavenly Father that you will find the power to reconcile with the earthly ones that hurt you so badly. I had three "dads." God's grace has gifted me with the power of forgiveness and wiped the bitterness from my heart that the three of them left in my heart.
Marie B. Corso05/19/04
You have come to know God as your father, and that's the best ending your story could possibly have. Maybe God will work in your earthly father's heart someday. Keep hoping and praying. I think he lost a wonderful daughter. I think your article, with grammar checking and editing, has marketability.
Jenny Smith05/20/04
Parents have a huge poweer over their children. This reminds us of that fact. I agree that with some grammer and editing it would even be better!
Naomi Deutekom05/21/04
Well written expression of your pain. God blee you on the healing journey.
Naomi Deutekom05/21/04
Sorry, my spastic fingers again. God "bless" not God Blee.
Deborah Porter 05/22/04
Wendy, thank you so much for opening your heart and sharing your story with us. It moved me a lot. Big title, but a powerful truth. With love, Deb
B Price05/22/04
Felt the pain, wow, not knowing your child had to been very hard on you.
Bless you for writing this story as it must had brought back pain as it did with me with my story.
Yes memories can be powerful, and praise the LORD we have a Father that loves us all, no matter who didn't accept us. And we do have a Father that accepts us unconditional and that is our Father GOD.