All I Needed for Father’s Day

I captured this jewel of a moment walking in to New Life at 7:15 AM this morning for sound check. This, combined with all the handmade cards, hugs and snuggles, were all Father’s Day gifts I could have ever asked for.

To all the dads out there that are making life happen, here’s to you.

Happy Father’s Day,

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All I Needed for Father’s Day

I captured this jewel of a moment walking in to New Life at 7:15 AM this morning for sound check. This, combined with all the handmade cards, hugs and snuggles, were all Father’s Day gifts I could have ever asked for.

To all the dads out there that are making life happen, here’s to you.

Happy Father’s Day,

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Celebrating Good Men

Negative sells. That’s why we subconsciously think dads are dead beats by default in the news world.

The opposite is true, however, at least in my little corner of the map.

So here’s to highlighting two amazing men that humbly represent manhood to their generation, two men who’ll never make the 6 o’clock news simply for being great: Jason Clement (center) and Nathan Reimer (right).

Men who endeavor to be faithful husbands; who care deeply about the physical and spiritual wellbeing of their wives and children; who work more than their share of long hours in order to be proven good stewards; who are faithful friends, spanning time and distance; and who’ve resolved to point their children toward Jesus by first submitting their own lives before God as living examples of obedience, most often feeling they’ve missed the mark when the Father is thrilled that they’re even trying.

We’re charged in Titus 1 to be “lovers of good men.” And I’m honored to call them two of my very dearest friends. So glad they could finally meet yesterday.

Negative may sell, but it’s forgotten. Positive leaves legacy. ch:

CELEBRATE A GOOD MAN YOU KNOW. LEAVE A COMMENT ABOUT THEM.

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Our First Game of Catch

Yesterday I had a Daddy date with Luik. I remember such outings with my own father very fondly.

But today’s was special because he got his first baseball glove.

I only ever played one season of Babe Ruth Baseball growing up. Spent it in right field, when I did get off the bench. But I’ll never forget countless games of catch in the front yard with my Daddy.

I could care less if he plays a single season, I just like looking in his face and throwing a ball together.

I’d love to hear about one of your parent-related memories growing up. ch:

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Daddy Has More

We have a bowl of peanut M&Ms in the house. Just to grab. And reward our kiddos when they’re good, or even just because.

I tossed Luik one today. He smiled. Then I tossed him a second. He was ecstatic.

But it was a test. I wanted to see if he’d share one with his older sister upstairs. I ran up a few seconds after him only to find he’d stuffed both in his own mouth. No loss; I expected him to do that much. But there was the off chance he had thought of more than just himself. Next time.

The main reason we don’t give more often than we do? We’re only thinking about the 2 peanut M&Ms in our hand, rather than the whole bowl our Dad owns. ch:

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Father’s Love To Give

I must say that I am not a shopper. I don’t like shopping. I don’t like comparing prices. I don’t like browsing. I am a hunter…I’m in and out. Make the kill, drag the carcass out. But last night as I was shopping with Jennifer, picking up a few final gifts for our kids, I dare say I had an epiphany.

Luik is now two years old, the age of awareness when it comes to trucks and cars and making explosions (all loves that never really leave a guy…I was kinda’ waiting for this age with him). Likewise, I was given the responsibility of getting boy-toys for Luik, as Jennifer confessed to having no clue what to purchase. Given our incredibly busy schedules, most of this was left to last night; fortunately stores stay open late for just such reasons.

As I was…ummm…hunting…I found myself completely and thoroughly engrossed in my task. I was shopping for my son. Buying boy things, like Matchbox cars, and tracks, and Thomas the Train, and Disney’s Cars. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun. And I don’t think I’ve ever been so fascinated with the toy section of a store…accept for maybe when I was a boy over twenty years ago.

Suddenly I realized that this is they very reason why my father, Peter, still buys me a toy each and every Christmas; he loves giving his son gifts…toys to play with…

…in a flash, the epiphany went a step further…

…this must be what our Heavenly Father feels like. Why would such emotions be limited to humans, if they first didn’t originate from our Creator? He loves to give good gifts to His children (Matt. 7:11, James 1:5). In fact, the very nature of God is generous at His core (Romans 5:8, John 3:16). Although the preaching of certain aspects of prosperity have been taken to extremes, this does not nullify the fact that our Daddy loves to lavish us with presents…a feeling I touched in a new way last night. I experienced, if you will, a new facet of the divine nature of God.

While my daughter, Eva, slept for her nap this afternoon, I was busy in the family room assembling her new dollhouse. Thinking of her delight when she sees it tomorrow. Dreaming of all the memories she’ll have playing with her dolls in it. And it was then I had another epiphany provoked in part by something my pastor said to Jennifer and I this week. It’s not just about what our kids will get, its about what we get as parents: The experience of watching. God gives to bless us, yes. But He gives because He loves to watch. Emphasis on He. In the end, its not even necessarily about the gift, but what the gift provokes…

…in both parties.

Here’s to all the children that will walk in new, profound joy in the morning…and to the father’s like me, and the Father Himself, who delight in the profound ability to give…

…because we just can’t help ourselves.

Merry Christmas,

CH