All posts tagged: God the Father

A Tribute to Fathers

Da was a teenager when his father died of illness as a result of the war. His dad fought in the war and came back altered by the war, like so many who served our country. So it was that my grandfather – Da as he is affectionately known in my family – became a father himself without a strong father figure to draw on. Isn’t that the story of so many? For one reason or another, the “absent father” is a very real non-character in the modern Australia we know. And yet, I feel certain that Da had many fathers. Father in the crudest definition is about biology, of sperm ownership and DNA. But in truth, a father is more about meaning and influence, of legacy and love. Yesterday we celebrated fathers and, by extension, grandfathers, step-fathers, great-grandfathers, fathers-in-law, forefathers, foster-fathers, adoptive-fathers and God-fathers. To this we should add what I will call ‘gap-fathers’ – those beloved men who stand in the gap when there’s no dad around, for whatever reason. God is everyone’s …

You’ve Got Mail

You walk to your letterbox, open it, and find the usual fistful of mail. A few catalogues. A letter from a hopeful politician wanting your vote in the looming election. A brochure for pest control. What looks like a car registration bill. And a pale blue envelope with your name in sloping letters. You turn it over to see who has opted for snail mail over flicking you a quick email or text. There, written in the same deliberate, yet graceful, hand is a word that makes your heart quicken. God. Pfft! Who’s pulling a prank? you wonder. You turn the envelope back over to check the postmark: Paradise. There’s a place called Paradise in Tassie, somewhere out past Deloraine. But there’s another word stamped in the corner; Eternity. What would you do? Say it was you who went to that letterbox and pulled out that pale blue envelope enclosing a letter from God. What do you think it would say? Your answer will speak volumes of who you think God is. Perhaps He would open with, “Oh …