The God Who Embraced Me
I so want to be the perfect father. I want to be a source of strength and wisdom for my son; I want to show him unfailing love and generosity; I want him to be able to depend on me, and trust me, and know how important he is to me.
In writing of fatherhood, it’s always important to remember and acknowledge the Father above all others. As hard as I try to be the perfect father for Ian, I will fail, as all fathers do. It’s a wonderful blessing to know that, when I fail my son, his eternal Father will be there to comfort, to guide, and to love. If I teach my son nothing else, it will be this: Christ will never fail.
Below is a short excerpt from, and a link to, an essay by John W. Fountain, for NPR’s series, This I Believe:
‘I believe in God…who allowed me to feel His presence…or that voice, whenever I found myself in the tempest of life’s storms, telling me (even when I was told I was “nothing”) that I was something, that I was His, and that even amid the desertion of the man who gave me his name and DNA and little else, I might find in Him sustenance.’
(I highly recommend listening to this essay as read by Mr. Fountain. Click here, and click ‘Listen’ in the top-left corner of the essay, under its title.)
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