Today, all across the world, Fathers will be honored by their children, natural, adopted, foster, and those that they took in as one of their own. Did you ever wonder how this Global Remembrance got started?
There are two stories which are attributed as being the origin of Father’s Day.
According to the first tale, it all began in 1910, when Sonora Smart-Dodd of Spokane, Washington, tried to figure out a way in which to honor her dad, a remarkable man, who had single-handedly raised six children. Sonora, naturally, loved her dad with all her heart, and wanted everyone to recognize him for what he had done for her entire family. She made the decision to declare day of tribute, a Father’s Day, if you will, on her father’s birthday – June 19.
The next year, Sonora contacted the local churches in an attempt to get them to throw their support behind the celebration, but they simply laughed her off. After that setback, it took a while before Sonora’s proposal once again started gaining attention.
A bill in support of a national remembrance of Father’s Day was introduced in 1913. The bill was approved by US President Woodrow Wilson three years later. The bill received further support from President Calvin Coolidge in 1924.
This brought about the formation of a National Father’s Day Committee in New York within the next two years. However, our Federal Government, not exactly being strong in the pursuit alacrity, took another 30 years before a Joint Resolution of Congress officially recognized Father’s Day. Then, implementation of the bill was postponed another 16 years until President Richard Nixon declared third Sunday of June as Father’s Day in 1972.
The second story of the origin of Father’s Day involves Dr. Robert Webb of West Virginia. According to this version, the first Father’s Day service was conducted by Webb at the Central Church of Fairmont in 1908.
Around my house, we always thought that Hallmark and Walmart invented it.
Like you other fathers out there, I was asked what I want for my Father’s Day Gift, today.
The one present I want…I can’t have.
I wish I had one more day with my Daddy.
My Daddy was the most important man in my life, and remains so to this day.
He taught me how to love others, through his actions, every day of his life. He was a wonderful Christian man, who led me to Christ.
He was also the bravest man I have ever known, landing at Normandy Beach on D-Day
My Daddy worked hard all of his life. He worked for Sears for 20 years. He taught me what hard work was, and ye always had time for me.
I wish I had one more day to walk through Court Square Park Memphis Tennessee feeding the pigeons and the squirrels with my Daddy.
I wish I had another opportunity to sit on the floor and play Rock ‘em Sock ‘em Robots with him.
I wish I had another chance to stand over to the side and watch him play Penny-ante Poker with my mom and my aunts and uncles.
I wish that I could hear him singing “The Old Rugged Cross” in the kitchen again, with his beautiful tenor voice.
I wish I could watch him again sitting at the breakfast table looking through the old Cokesbury Hymnbook, researching them and making notes.
I wish I could watch my daddy playing with my little daughter again, sticking out the lower plate of his dentures as she tried to grab it.
I wish I could see them again out in the driveway in his 1978 Chevrolet Caprice Classic, with her in the driver’s seat, as they wait for the school bus to pick her up for pre-school.
I wish I could spend another Christmas morning with him to watch the fun as he gave my sister her yearly “gag gift”, just to watch her jump and squeal as the “snakes” or “mouse” jumped out of the box.
I wish I could sit and watch Saturday Morning Wrestling and then another Johnny Weissmuller “Tarzan” movie with him on a Saturday afternoon…Or, maybe a Three Stooges Short, just to hear him laugh.
It’s funny, y’know.
I look in the mirror at 55 years old…and, I see him.
I look back over the years at the things I did with the children that God brought into my life to care for, and I see the things I’m doing now with my 6-year-old grandson, and I see my Daddy in myself.
Right now, in America, it is harder than ever to be a Dad. Any male, who is not impotent, can sire a child…as is being proven daily across our country.
However, it takes a man to be a Daddy, a Papa, a Pop, a Pops, somebody’s Old Man, or, simply, Dad.
I’ve had the privilege of having a hand in raising three step-sons, one nephew, and one very special daughter. I would not give back one moment of those experiences for anything that this world can offer.
I was not a perfect role model. I made mistakes. But, looking back, I know, in my heart, that I’ve made a difference in their lives. And I thank the One who made me for that opportunity.
I pray that I was able to pass along at least some of my Daddy’s legacy of Christian Love to those I have had a hand in raising.
Dads…it costs nothing to pay attention….and give love.
Train up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old he will not depart from it. – Proverbs 22:6
Daddy, I wish you were here so I could tell you how much I love and miss you.
I hope you’re proud of me.
Every good thing that I am came from the life lessons which I learned from you, and the Love and Amazing Grace of my Heavenly Father.
Today, while you’re up there, I hope you hug Mother and tell her,
That’s “Baby Brother”!
I love you very much, Daddy.
Happy Fathers Day.
Until He Comes,