F is for….Fathers’ Day

21th June 2020

Today is Fathers’ Day. The day decreed by someone or other, I don’t know who or what. Perhaps the WHO or World Health Organisation. Or should that be the World Wealth Organisation. Not sure they are doing a lot for our health at the moment. But, look on the bright side. Someone is sure to making money out of it and that’s what counts, isn’t it?

No? Perhaps you are right. Anyway, I was thinking about Fathers’ Day. Should have an apostrophe as it is really Day of the Fathers. Perhaps you had forgotten. Or didn’t know. A day when we can remember our forefathers, not just those who we call daddy, or dad, or whatever you do in your native tongue.

When I say forefathers, you can only, of course, have one human daddy, not four. No, I was thinking about “Let us now praise famous men, and our fathers that begat us.” A quote from the book of Ecclesiasticus in the Apocrypha. Apocrypha means hidden, apparantly, and I now realise as I type this that I have been stupid. I must look into it, and will no doubt write something, probably under A for….. Apocrypha in due course.

Talking of begat, our forefathers and famous men often wore hats. Big hats. Keeps your head dry if its wet, the sun off if its hot, make you look cool if it’s hot or cold. Winston Churchill had a homburg and he topped a poll for the most famous Briton at the turn of this century. And homburg’s name comes from Bad Homburg in Hesse, German Empire, so Wikipedia says.

I have had another thought. Why is Germany full of Bad places? I know it means Bath, or Spa but….hmmm. Another for my list I think.

Anyway, Winston was a great man, not perfect, but great. And he helped us see off our enemies. Germany, Italy, Japan. We’re good friends now, well, ok, reasonably good friends.

I had a good friend, German by birth, but brought up in this country when he was young. No Italian or Japanese friends sadly. I have never been to Japan, but it looks beautiful from what I can see, from here, on my Cloud.

And my wife and I – did I tell you I had a wife? She hasn’t joined me yet on my Cloud. Well, we knew a beautiful Japanese girl. Impeccable manners, as I imagine most Japanese have. Perhaps you have stories to tell; if you think I should know, you know where I am.

I am wandering a little, but going back, it is good to remember famous men, our forefathers and our own daddy. If he is alive, as mine still is. But perhaps yours is dead, or perhaps you never knew your father as many don’t. Perhaps he died in the War, by which people nowadays usually mean World War II, or any war, or run over by a bus, or murdered.

Many darker skinned men (I really don’t want to call them black for reasons I have explained – see Black lives Matter) in the U.S of A suffer this loss. Barak Obama is reported to have said

Too many black fathers, he said, are missing from too many lives and too many homes. “They have abandoned their responsibilities, acting like boys instead of men. We know the statistics — that children who grow up without a father are five times more likely to live in poverty and commit crime; nine times more likely to drop out of schools and 20 times more likely to end up in prison,”

It’s from the Washington Post. See link below.


But dangerous myth? Why not part of the Truth? Fatherhood and marriage are institutions, as are governments. Why not problems with them all? Address all these issues?

And who instituted these institutions anyway. A heavenly Father, God and Father, our heavenly Father, or Daddy, or Abba (not the pop group silly). So if you miss or never knew your dad, why not go to Him instead. He really is heavenly you know. He holds me now, in my Cloud, so I don’t fall and hurt myself. And he wipes away the tears that I weep when I think of those without a father.

You might know the story that Jesus told about the lost son. The father in the story was always waiting, looking for the lost son to come back. You may know the son as the prodigal son. In reality, both the father and son were prodigal. The son spent lavishly and wasted it; the father killed the best calf for a party (BBQ anyone? My son is back, let’s boogie!).

God the Father is like that. But as I have said before, you won’t know unless you go and see if it’s true, will you?

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