 Let’s celebrate being a father. Don’t run from it. Don’t deny it. Don’t give up on it. Don’t do it half-way. Don’t forget it. Don’t take it for granted. Be a father. Work at it. Pray about it. Learn from it. Grow in it. Rejoice in it. Laugh at it. Cry over it. Praise God for it. Hear God on it.
Genesis 18:19 “For I have known him, in order that he may command his children and his household after him, that they keep the way of the LORD, to do righteousness and justice, that the LORD may bring to Abraham what He has spoken to him.” Exodus 34:6-7 “And the LORD passed before him and proclaimed, "The LORD, the LORD God, merciful and gracious, longsuffering, and abounding in goodness and truth, keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin, by no means clearing the guilty, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children and the children's children to the third and the fourth generation.”
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 There has been a great deal of controversy in America over the question of when life begins ever since the Roe v Wade decision by the Supreme Court which legalized abortion in the U.S. For some it doesn’t matter when life begins at all, they just want the freedom to abort if they so choose. Others seek to protect the unborn from the point of conception.
We are not here to argue party politics or government policy, but we are interested in what God has revealed to us in the Bible. What does He say? Why does it matter? When does life begin? To answer the question, “Does it matter when life begins?”, we must first know when life begins. The Bible answer is that life begins at conception, in the womb of the mother before the child is ever born.  It’s tough being a Dad. Conscientious fathers will beat themselves up for their mistakes. But kids don’t need perfect fathers, just one’s that will keep trying to love their children the very best they can and be honest about their shortcomings. I know because I am not a perfect Dad, either. Nor, did I have a perfect Dad.
I always called my father, Dad. Not because he was my “good buddy” but because I knew he loved me and I loved him.  It was about 8:30 a.m. on a Sunday as my wife and I traveled to Bible class. I told her to look at all the kids playing soccer. A big rain had come through earlier. It was cold and damp. I was amazed to see the parking lot full of cars and so many parents in the stands and on the sidelines cheering their children on. I remarked to my wife how the parents could get their children fed, dressed and to the ballpark so early on such a dreary Sunday morning.
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AuthorRobert Dodson is the Preaching Minister for the Northwest Church of Christ. Archives
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