Fathers

I know I’m a day late on this one, but I’m not usually on the computer very much on Sundays…

Yesterday our 13-year-old Deacons Quorum President spoke on Fathers. He spoke about his father and his grandfathers and what he has learned from them. He also read a short story about Father’s which was attributed to Erma Bombeck. I usually don’t like these sorts of things, but I thought this one was pretty good.

When God was creating fathers, He started with a tall frame. An angel nearby said, “What kind of father is that? If you’re going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put fathers up so high? He won’t be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping.” God smiled, “Yes, but if I make him child size, who would children have to look up to?” When God made a father’s hands, they were large and sinewy. The angel shook her head sadly and said, “Do You know what You’re doing? Large hands are clumsy. They can’t manage diaper pins, small buttons, or rubber bands on pony tails.” God smiled, “I know, but they’re large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a day…yet small enough to cup a child’s face.” Then God molded long legs and broad shoulders. The angel nearby said “Do You realize You just made a father without a lap? How will he pull a child close to him without the kid falling between his legs?” God smiled, “A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a bicycle or hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus.” God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer. “Do You honestly think those large boats are going to dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries? Or walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests?” God smiled, “They’ll support a small child who wants to “ride a horse to Banbury Cross” or scare off mice at the summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill.” God worked through the night, giving the father few words but a firm authoritative voice; eyes that see everything, but remain calm and tolerant. Finally, He added tears, then turned to the angel, “Now are you satisfied that he can love as much as a mother?” The angel was silent.

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