Sunday, June 19th, 2005
It is a grey overcast day in Carlisle, PA — quite a contrast in colors (deep greens and grey) to Mesa, AZ (sun-washed colors under blazing light). More like my folks place here.
I see more of my father in the mirror these days and find myself appreciating more of his decisions and attributes as I crowd the statistical half way point in my shuffle along this mortal coil.
Like faithfulness to wife, family and church. Still married to my mother, still concerned for his grown childrens’ welfare and still giving of time and treasure to the body of Christ.
I used to think his debt-aversion old-fashioned, but the airwaves are filled with talk hosts and advertisers selling get-out-of-debt systems.
Following your bliss sounds nice, but is likely more frustrating and harmful to others than getting up each day to do an honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay until you’ve made provisions for life. and the long economic slog is made better by defining your worth primarily by your relation to God and spouse.
Happy Father’s Day to the man who has been steadfast over four decades as my Dad.