This guest post should have been posted on Father’s Day but it’s always a good time to honor Dad, I think.
Daddy: I will always hear your voice in basstones
My most memorable thing about my father is his voice. I will always remember him singing. He sang at church in song service (they now call them worship leaders), in choirs, and by himself. When daddy sang by himself, it would bring a sweet atmosphere in the house. When daddy sang, we knew it was all right.
We use to live in a three story walk up in Brooklyn and we could hear him coming up the stairs, singing. Each step, each note he was coming closer and closer. In church, my son would wake up out of sleep when he heard his grandfather sing.
Those days, my brothers and I would rush to the house to have family worship to hear him sing. On this Father’s Day, I would like to thank my father for his voice. Not only for being the voice of reason, but for his singing voice that has always calmed my soul.
Dads are the most influential person to your child. It’s not their friends, nor teacher or the latest athlete or entertainer.
My father mentioned how proud he is of his three sons. He said, “my younger sons, which are twins, are ministers, and my oldest son is some big time executive director.”
I could have cried because nobody’s opinion matters more than his. I still fear and value his opinion because to hear the opinion of your dad is amazing especially if he is correct.
My dad was tough on us because he loved us. Years later, his tough love paid off.
I’d like to share my advice to all fathers: Please be true and straight with your child. The role of the father figure at home and in the world is so important. I may be my mother’s child, but I have my father’s heart. So, in my maturity I have taken the opportunity to share some things I have learned . . .
First: Don’t take for granted that your dad is alive, so anytime I get the opportunity to call or visit I do it.
Secondly: Your dad has already made provision for you in a network that involves you.
In an age where Father’s Day has become a day of sore feeling – and accounting of what “he” has not done, I will choose to celebrate what Father’s Day means to me.
My first Father’s Day was Jun 17, 2001. My son was born on Jun 6, 2001, 11 days earlier. I unexpectedly received a card from my son (really my wife) and that was the crowning moment for me. When the news came about the pregnancy I made some life changing decisions. Upon his birth, more commitments and goals. The recognition on Father’s Day made it all real.
It always was important to be a father to me, and I still can do better. I also reflect on my own father and the way he raised us all the way up to this present day… I know that I’m blessed to have him in my life. His kindness to his family and that he showed to people from all walks of life have blessed us all.
I’m lucky to have my father. I’m grateful and I don’t take for granted the chances I get to see him. Here are three other people who would like to pay tribute to their dad. I will call them each by name and share a few words from their hearts in memory of their late dads.
Edward Woods III: Tribute to Edward Woods Jr.
I miss my Dad. He was a great man of God.
I value even more now my relationships with God, family, and friends. As my father always said, “It’s true only what you do for Christ will last.”
When you lose someone from your nuclear family, life takes a whole different perspective. Although life keeps moving, I held on to the memories and continued to mourn the loss. My name was given to me in honor of my grandfather and father. I will always remember him and keep his memory alive in my heart.
Jason Banks: Lessons from My Father
There were so many lessons from my father.
He taught me to say, “Best wishes” to the bride, and “Congratulations” to the groom. He was the first person I saw with monogrammed shirts. He taught me the value of family, and how critical it was to get an education.
As a family, we had morning worship before we went to school each day. One day he asked me and my sleepy siblings, “Why do we do this?” Of course, we didn’t have an answer. But I will never forget his answer. He said, “It may not change what happens to you, but it will change your response to it.”
That is something I take with me every day. Starting the day with God facilitates surviving each day. It perhaps the most important lesson my father taught me.
Chrissa Farrell: Dad
My dad, George Roland Earle, was a leader among leaders. He was well-respected, fair in his dealings with people, genuinely interested in knowing people—from the smallest child to the most senior adult, without regard or concern about status.
My Mom Vernelle stood faithfully as his right hand in all things for 75 years.
Dad was also a lover of quartet and male chorale music, and sang in several quartets throughout school and after, as well as organizing the Northeastern Minister’s Male Chorus during his tenure as Conference President.
Dad was an avid golfer, and one of the originators of The Brother’s Golf Tournament, which is still active today. He was also a huge Mets fan, which rubbed off on me.
Dad was a lot of things to a lot of people, but to me, he was my daddy. He was always protective of me and wanted the best for me. It’s tough on a Daddy’s Girl around Father’s Day each year now that he’s gone, but I’ve got plenty of precious memories and the blessed hope that I will see him again soon.
This year between graduations, birthdays, weddings and the birth of summer, make time for your Dad. He may not always be here with you. So honor him while he’s still alive and treasure your time with him.