By Jake McCandless
I confess I have stunk at recognizing my Dad over the years. I’m a pastor and someone and for some reason scheduled Father’s Day on the one day of the week I work so over the years I get locked in on the church services and making sure the fathers in my congregation get a crappy little flashlight or SWISS [more like Malaysian] Army Knife with a verse on it. Now, I’ll call. Send a card, which I was late sending out this year–again. Give a gift whenever I do get to see him.
My Dad is great, so I have never once questioned that God was anything less than a good, good Father.
That’s a shame because my Dad rocks. He’s the best. And that’s not just me now having kids, realizing how hard the Dad-thing is and looking back to finally admit it. I’ve always known that he was the best. It’s never been a doubt.
What’s wonderful is when looking back on past memories, there are so many to pick from that it’s hard to find favorites. But I have a favorite, it’s one I constantly remind myself of now that I’m a Dad.
I can remember our backyard—the chain link fence, the swing set with the sweet glider, and my Dad on the ole’ Snapper mower. If you don’t know what those looked like, then imagine your grandmother’s electric mobility scooter with a mowing deck underneath and a lawn mower engine painted white that is positioned on the back of the mower like a Top Fuel dragster. The memory was not a one-time thing, rather seemed like a million times, but I’m sure it was just a handful. But my Dad would grip the massively-ribbed Snapper handle with one hand and the other was armed with a toy rifle. All the while, I ducked behind the air condition unit or the behind the sunflowers that started in a paper cup at preschool, with my own “pretend” rifle. He would mow and shoot me. It’s hard for me to realize that those guns didn’t even shoot a nerf bullet because the wounds we pretended seemed so real.
Then there are all the adventures from seemingly birth to just even a month ago of us in the outdoors—hunting and fishing. Tons of mishaps, but a few moments of the excitement of success. The success didn’t matter cause those tramping through the woods, wading creeks, racing across the lake, or paddling around a pond were Tolkienish epic adventures. There’s also him jumping right in, helping and supporting whatever I did even it was far from what he anticipated his son doing in life.
My Dad is great, so I have never once questioned that God was anything less than a good, good Father. My Dad cared about my life even if that meant I was going to be a writer rather than following his footsteps of a much more manlier career and I was going to tell him about stuff like SEO. So, I don’t doubt that God actually knows how many hairs are on my head or at least there is a caring woman like my Mom somewhere in the ministry of the Lord that would secretly remind him of that number. My Dad is always there, so I have never doubted that God’s presence is where He said it would be. My Dad has always busted his butt to make the best life for me and our family, so I know with certainty my Heavenly Father is always at work. I could go on.
Since my Dad has been so good, I’ve never once questioned God. And I realize some of you reading this have not had the same experience. The actions or lack of presence of your Father provides good reason for you to be skeptical about God being a good, good Father. And I’m sorry about that, but there’s one benefit you have. You’re not going to take God’s goodness for granted. You have been or will be surprised by His love and kindness. God’s treatment of you and participation in your life will be such a change you will never forget and you’ll never trample on His Fatherness to you.
I have to admit because I just expect good from my Dad, I often take his effort and investment for granted. And therefore, I do the same with God. That’s a shame because like my Dad, my Heavenly Father has been so good to me.
Heavenly Father, I’m sorry for taking you for granted. Happy Father’s Day.
Dad, I’m sorry for taking you for granted. Happy Father’s Day.
And Dad, how about this serving as a card this year, since I was late in sending one? (I’ll do better next year.)
Jake McCandless is an award-winning author, winner of the 2018 Selah Award for his non-fiction book Spiritual Prepepr. He is the Executive director for Stand Firm Ministries and Prophecy Simplified. A long-time pastor who is now co-pastor of the innovative “above-ground underground,” online church, Endtime.Church., Jake has a B.A. in Bible and Pastoral Studies from Central Baptist College, and an Advanced Masters of Divinity from Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary. He also is a regular contributor to WND News with voices such as Joseph Farrah, Pat Buchanan, Ann Coulter, Ben Carson, Chuck Norris, Joel Richardson, Carl Gallups. He also writes for The Baptist Press along with other publications. He is also a regular guest on national radio and streaming web shows, along with hosting his daily radio program Prophecy Simplified Radio and weekly podcast Hold On. You can follow Jake’s work at www.jakemccandless.com or subscribe to his newsletter here.