I was very lucky to have a Father, and a very hard-working one, so when I sing this hymn at Church:
This is my Father’s world,
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas—
His hand the wonders wrought. —Babcock
I smile to myself thinking that while yes the Hymn speaks of God, I truly do live in my own Father’s world. If it weren’t for my Father’s examples of how to live and his hard work (yes and my Mother’s as well, don’t want to get any hate mail on that) I would not have the relatively easy life that I live.
Many of my friends have fractured relationships with their Fathers for many reasons, but it is on Father’s Day that I am thankful for my Father and that I had a good relationship with him. Was my Dad perfect? Far from it (in fact if he were alive, he would agree), but most Fathers do the best they can, and that is all we can ask from them.
They made all the Dads at our church sing in a special vocal group Sunday. I’m not sure that making them get up early (for rehearsal) on Father’s Day was really quite the right way to celebrate their day. They sang well, though: the torrential rain stopped and the sun was out when the doors opened after the service.
That’s really nice hymn. Salute to all the fathers out there. Belated Happy Father’s Day.