Words to Celebrate Fathers

“My son is here—given up for dead and now alive! Given up for lost and now found!”

a man reading to two young girls, sitting in a woman's lap

In the United States we  celebrate and honor fathers  the third Sunday in June.

In the Bible  Jesus told a story about a special father and two different sons who chose differing paths in life.

The Story of the Lost Son from 

The Message  

 

 Jesus said, “There was once a man who had two sons.
 
The younger said to his father, ‘Father, I want right now what’s coming to me.’
 
So the father divided the property between them.
 
It wasn’t long before the younger son packed his bags and left for a distant country. There, undisciplined and dissipated, he wasted everything he had.
 
 
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After he had gone through all his money, there was a bad famine all through that country and he began to hurt. He signed on with a citizen there who assigned him to his fields to slop the pigs. He was so hungry he would have eaten the corncobs in the pig slop, but no one would give him any.
 
That brought him to his senses. He said,
 
All those farmhands working for my father sit down to three meals a day, and here I am starving to death. I’m going back to my father.
 
I’ll say to him, Father, I’ve sinned against God, I’ve sinned before you; I don’t deserve to be called your son. Take me on as a hired hand.”
 
He got right up and went home to his father.
 
 
 
Pigs graze on farm in countryside of Badajoz, Extremadura.
Pigs graze on farm in countryside of Badajoz, Extremadura.
 
 
 
When he was still a long way off, his father saw him. His heart pounding, he ran out, embraced him, and kissed him.
 
The son started his speech:
 
“Father, I’ve sinned against God, I’ve sinned before you; I don’t deserve to be called your son ever again.”
 
But the father wasn’t listening. He was calling to the servants,
 
“Quick. Bring a clean set of clothes and dress him. Put the family ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Then get a grain-fed heifer and roast it.
We’re going to feast! We’re going to have a wonderful time! My son is here—given up for dead and now alive! Given up for lost and now found!”
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And they began to have a wonderful time.
 
All this time his older son was out in the field. When the day’s work was done he came in. As he approached the house, he heard the music and dancing.
 
Calling over one of the houseboys, he asked what was going on. He told him,
 
“Your brother came home. Your father has ordered a feast—barbecued beef!—because he has him home safe and sound.”
 
 
 
The older brother stalked off in an angry sulk and refused to join in. His father came out and tried to talk to him, but he wouldn’t listen.
 
 
The son said,
“Look how many years I’ve stayed here serving you, never giving you one moment of grief, but have you ever thrown a party for me and my friends?
Then this son of yours who has thrown away your money on whores shows up and you go all out with a feast!”
 
His father said,
“Son, you don’t understand. You’re with me all the time, and everything that is mine is yours—but this is a wonderful time, and we had to celebrate.
 
This brother of yours was dead, and he’s alive! He was lost, and he’s found!”

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The young man who left home in this story, the “lost son”, is sometimes called the prodigal son.

A prodigal is a son/daughter who leaves his or her parents to do things that they do not approve of but then feels sorry and returns home —often used figuratively

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I realize not everyone has or had a father who nurtured them, but I hope you can think of someone who played a similar role in your life-another relative, a teacher, a coach, a pastor, maybe even a boss. Please find a way to thank and honor that person. When you have an opportunity to “father” someone who needs it, I hope you will. There are a lot of “prodigals” out there.

                 

This year, 2021, is the first year that both of my sons are fathers. One is the father of a teenager, the other an infant. They both learned the art of fatherhood from their dad, my husband.

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Dr. Aletha

Dr. Aletha

Author: Aletha Cress Oglesby, M.D.

I am a family physician who explores the HEART of HEALTH in my work, recreation, and through writing. On my blog, Watercress Words, I inform and inspire us in healthy living. I believe we can turn our health challenges into healthy opportunities. When we do, we can share the HEART of health with our families, communities, and the world. Come explore and share with me.

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