The Connection

 

See you in the kingdom Pop

“That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked upon, and our hands have handled, the Word of life.”  1 John 1:1

 

There are times I cry tears.

There are times I want to cry but instead the mixed up feelings move within me like a woman carrying a child. The dry throat, the blank stare and the tight lip are the outward signs of inward emotional disarray.

Sometimes it hurts the most when no tears fall.

This isn’t intended to induce tears but if it does …well you’re not alone.  

 

“…we have heard”

I still hear him say “Hey bud!” ..It was what he said every time I called. Sometimes I could even hear his smile through the phone.  

I still hear the laughter that filled the air in an imperfect home by a family that served a perfect God.

I still hear him …They’re called memories and they assist me in the healing process.

I still hear him.

The sounds haunt me as well as heal me. … The tears begin to flow, oh sweet relief!! … A little water spilled on my cheeks feels like a cool drink on a hot day.

Again, I don’t intend to induce your tears I’m only speaking from … what I have heard.

 

“…we have seen with our eyes”

He was one of the first people I ever saw on this earth. A model of what a man is supposed to be I would learn from observing.

As he watched me, I watched him.

When he didn’t think I was looking, I was still watching. I saw this man at the top and I have seen him at the bottom and yet the most precious moment wasn’t the basketball games or the fishing it was the time when he admitted his shortcomings and asked for MY forgiveness.

I’ve seen him cry, I’ve seen him angry, I’ve seen him happy, I’ve seen him smile but most of all … I’ve seen him love.

Again, I don’t intend to induce your tears I’m only speaking from … what I have seen.

 

“…our hands have handled”

I was never afraid to hug him and he was never afraid to spank me. (And hug me back). It must have been the great spanking of 92 when I had vowed that I had had enough. Needless to say that wasn’t the end.

I had contact with him on many occasions, hugging, wrestling, playing basketball, and of course the spankings.  To me he was the strongest man on the earth.

And he never used that strength in an abusive way.

Casting a fishing rod, shooting a basketball, changing a tire, tying a tie, making breakfast, tying a shoe, are all just a tip of the iceberg.

I have handled my father.

From him changing me as a baby to me changing him as an adult I have handled him.

I have helped him when he could not help himself, I have handled him.

I have grasped his hand and prayed for him, I have handled him.

…and I did it, with a smile on my heart.

My last moment was a gentle kiss on his forehead,

 …but my NEXT moment will be a great big hug!! …

…”Even so come Lord Jesus” Rev. 22:20

Again, I don’t intend to induce your tears I’m only letting you know … what my hands have handled.

 

 This blog isn’t intended to compare my father with Jesus rather it was an attempt to connect with the relationship between Jesus and his disciples and my father and I.

Thank you for being a part of my healing process. I hope you enjoyed it.

Humbly yours,

Easy