Re: If your father bounced before you were born

If your father bounced before you were born

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Mar 29, 2024, 6:01 PM

Ha. Maybe. You might be a few millennia late with that one, but tell you what ... we'll give you credit for the wording, at the least.

No, that would not be a very good dad. Some people reading this have had a dad like that. I know at least one person who has had one. My son. I was that dad. Bad dads, I know about.

But if I was the one who left home, and my dad, rather than allowing the earned consequence to play out ... well, he can tell it better than I can:

“There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them. Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.

"When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ So he got up and went to his father.

"But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate."

That would be a very good dad, one worth surrendering to.

So, years later when my son was 12 I had to stand in front of him and try to be the bridge between the two, admitting to being the worst of all dads while pointing him to the One dad he could trust. I know bad dads, and the worst one in the mirror. I know the only Good One.

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