A few months ago a postcard came to my house addressed to someone I have never heard of and who has never lived here at least in the last fifty or more years. There is no indication of who might have written it. No return address. No personally identifiable information.
The front of it is covered with Snoopy graduation stickers.
The back of it reads:
Just reaching out again. I know I told you about his graduation but since we didn’t see or hear from you for his b-day, I wanted to remind you its this Friday July 10th at 4 pm at his school. He keeps asking about his daddy. It’s been over a year since he saw you so please try to make it. He would love it.
I wanted to cry when I first read it.
I still want to cry.
It is a sad reminder that way too many children are growing up without a dad to hug them, tuck them in bed at night, and wake them up in the morning. Every night. Every morning.
And it is a challenge to remember that we, the church, should take seriously the chance we have to impact these young lives. The men in their lives up until now have let them down.
Where we have opportunity, let us do good to them for Jesus’ sake and for their own sake.
2 comments:
am sure you intended to write "withOUT a dad to hug them."
sad that this father didn't receive his letter because it was incorrectly addressed!
"It is a sad reminder that way too many children are growing up without a dad to hug them, tuck them in bed at night, and wake them up in the morning."
You could change that for one or more children. Just a thought.
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