Friday, August 19, 2011

A day for dads

It was Father’s Day last weekend (Dad, does it still count if it’s here and not...there?) and an envelope marked Pai?! is thrust into my hand by E. I open and read a carefully penned letter giving thanks for everything I’ve done for him and for bringing him to the rescue house. I guess at school they were asked to write something for their dad and he chose me.

Later at church I sat cringing as the well-meaning pastor set aside a chunk of the service to praise the importance of fatherhood. I had brought the boys, of course - seven of them. They’d been so well behaved until then (with only the occassional punch or kick, met with a scowl by yours truly), but my heart sank as a young girl took to the stage and sang a teary-eyed ode to All Fathers Everywhere. I extended an arm and side-hugged W, but still his head hung limp and he stared at the back of the chair in front of him as if solace was somehow carved into the wood panelling.

Finally, he rested his head on my shoulder and I knew at that point that although I could never be a father to the boys, I could be something very close. With no need to cringe.


7 comments:

Joseline said...

Amazing!

Levi said...

such a great role model for them... i too am among the fatherless, and just hearing about this makes my heart happy. You inspire me mr. Luke, to be a better person. not for myself, but for the bettering of other people's lives... thank you, from my heart.

Luke said...

And you are a great encourager, my friend. Thank you for your kindness and continuing attention to my work!

Alicia said...

So beautiful, Luke. I am sure moments like those make the difficult moments all that more worth it.

Luke said...

They do indeed. Such moments are rare!

lynne said...

Luke my friend, you only see a glimpse of the difference you make, God sees it all and the boys feel it all. Keep following your heart.

Luke said...

Thanks, Lynne. Old struggles. New challenges. My daily bread!

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