A father is neither an anchor to hold us back,
nor a sail to take us there ~
but always a guiding light
whose love shows us the way.
My Dad Is My Hero
The world has many heroes
Who have won a world of fame,
Heroes who have given their all
To win in life's great game.
But of all the famous heroes
That our changing world has had,
There's not a one I look up to
Or admire more than my dad.
To me, my dad's a hero,
Though he'd turn away from praise.
He's heroic in his quiet strength
And his gentle, giving ways.
He may not make the headlines.
You won't see him on TV.
But I think my dad is everything
A hero ought to be.
He always keeps his promises,
On that I can depend.
He's loyal to me, no matter what,
And he'll always be my friend.
So when I think of heroes
And the great things that they've done,
I feel the way that I've always felt ~
My dad's the greatest one!
Angel Loses Bout
When the good Lord was creating Fathers, he started with a tall frame.
And a female 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.
And God smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make him childsize, who would children have to look up to?"
And when God made a Father's hands, they were large and sinewy.
And 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, rubber bands on pony tails, or even remove splinters caused by baseball bats."
And God smiled and said, "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 in his hands."
And then God molded long, slim legs and broad shoulders.
And the angel nearly had a heart attack. "Boy, this is the end of the week, all right," she clucked. "Do you realize you just made a Father without a lap? How is he going to pull a child close to him without the kid falling between his legs?"
And God smiled and said, "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. "That's not fair. 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?"
And God smiled and said, "They'll work. You'll see. 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 throughout the night, giving the Father few words, but a firm, authoritative voice; eyes that saw everything but remained calm and tolerant.
Finally, almost as an afterthought, he added - tears. Then he turned to the angel and said, "Now, are you satisfied that he can love as much as a Mother?"
The angel shuteth up.
~ Author Unknown
A child is not likely to find a father in God
unless he finds something of God in his father.
Happy Father's Day, Dad!
And may all fathers have a Blessed Father's Day!
From Roger, Laurie, Lady, & Samson
 
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