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Dad

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Last weekend was Father’s Day.  Our five boys got to celebrate having Tom as their energetic, fun-loving, adventure-seeking, fully-devoted, God-fearing, always-there-for-them Dad. And I got to celebrate having done a pretty darn good job picking out the father of my children.  I got my superior sense of selection in that department from my Mom. She was only a scrawny little 19-year-old German immigrant girl when she chose my Dad but she and God sure knew what they were doing when they settled on a rugged, no-nonsense, God-fearing, Bible-consuming, mountain-climbing Park Ranger as father to myself and my four siblings.

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Here stand three ladies who know how to pick ’em.

Last weekend was also the day my siblings and I were finally able to lay my Dad’s body to rest beside my Mom’s. My son Joel, sketched a mountain scene from their favorite Sierra lake for their tombstone. There’s a tree by that lake where Dad had carved their initials. Mom always said that spot was like heaven on earth. They both know now if she was right. She was always right, by the way.

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There’s a line etched in the stone below their names from a favorite hymn.

“I serve a risen Savior, He’s in the world today.
I know that He is living, Whatever men may say.
I see His hand of mercy; I hear His voice of cheer;
And just the time I need Him, He’s always near.

He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!
He walks with me and talks with me along life’s narrow way.
He lives, He lives, salvation to impart!
You ask me how I know He lives? He lives within my heart.”

My parents served a risen Savior their whole married lives. Their marriage was as it was intended to be, a beautiful picture of their Savior’s love for His own Bride, the church– not because they were perfect to each other, but because their oneness was so complete, only death could tear them apart. Because Jesus Christ payed for their sin on the cross and conquered death from the grave, my parents are serving a risen Savior today in Heaven. I won’t know if it looks like Mac Lake or not till I get there but I’m pretty sure with such a Savior as Jesus Christ on the throne, the scenery aint’ gonna matter much.

In the meantime, I’m thankful to be serving Him here. And thankful that He gave me Tom to walk “life’s narrow way” alongside.

“In all the world around me I see His loving care,
And though my heart grows weary, I never will despair;
I know that He is leading, Through all the stormy blast;
The day of His appearing Will come at last.”

Last weekend we left my parents graveside and headed straight for a wedding. Nothing could have rounded out Father’s Day weekend more perfectly than that. From the beginning of time until Jesus returns life has been and will be a cycle of weddings, births, father-hood and mother-hood, and funerals. Despite wars and famines and plagues and pandemics and political upheaval, God is building a church to be a Bride for His Son, through this little means called FAMILY.

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My favorite wedding picture captures the moment when all our family members gathered around as our fathers prayed for our marriage.

“Rejoice, rejoice, O Christian, Lift up your voice and sing
Eternal hallelujahs To Jesus Christ the King!
The Hope of all who seek Him, The Help of all who find,
None other is so loving, So good and kind.

He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!
He walks with me and talks with me along life’s narrow way.
He lives, He lives, salvation to impart!
You ask me how I know He lives? He lives within my heart.””