I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

My Dad's Just Grand

Today is Father's Day! It's a good day. I had the pleasure of celebrating at my brother-in-law's house, who very recently became a father. His family and my family all congregated and brunched up a storm. The three dads present all read a poem or excerpt from that excellent book, "Poems For Patriarchs". It was neat to have all the family there in one place.

I was thinking to myself today, "What's something that really defines my dad?" I came up with Consistency. Dad has been really pushing the idea of consistency these past couple of years (or maybe I've just started listening in these past couple of years). He talks about how he would like to be so consistent that even if he weren't present, you would still know exactly what he would do. He talks about consistency in parenting and discipline, consistency in prayer and study; he demonstrates consistency in love and respect, consistency in obedience to our Father, consistency in showing kindness and acting with charity.

To sum it up, Dad is consistently excellent.

It's easy to think that consistency breeds a rote or boring life. But the only people who really think that are pulling their hair out in frustration at their own frenetic lifestyle. You see, the sun rises every morning and it sets every evening. And yet, if you're anything like me, that's one of the niftiest things to watch. Every single day. Consistency doesn't squelch beauty or expression- it gives it the confines in which to flourish.


So here's a little Father's Day song- it pretty much follows the same pattern through the whole thing. Some people would find that really boring, but I think of it like the sun rising every day, and like my dad consistently providing for and protecting our family. Let me know what you think!

 

 Love you, Dad.

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