Men of Fuel
Last year my son played his second year of Flag Football in the live on the razors edge, laugh in the face of death 6-7 year old division of i9 football. He had a “very good†year,  racking up 17 touchdowns in only five games. Unfortunately what I have come to realize (and we’re only in week two) is that the only reason my son knows exactly how many touchdowns he scored is that his father (ME) told him.
But let’s be honest, I didn’t just tell him, I celebrated those touchdowns. Now don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with celebrating your sons touchdowns. Let me say that again for the guys who are starting to feel pressed. There is nothing wrong with celebrating your sons touchdowns. What is wrong is that perhaps I celebrated those touchdowns more than other things in his life.
Did I celebrate the times he helped his sister, or the times he was kind to a friend, the times he honored his mother or was a blessing to his Grandparents? Did I celebrate the conversations I had with him, or just the time we spent together? Did I celebrate his faith, or his wonder or his desire to share things with me? Did I celebrate any of these things as much as I celebrated his touchdowns? The answer to that question, unfortunately is NO. And what’s worse is that it isn’t even close.
I stated last week that we are all like plants in that we grow toward the light, and believe me there is no greater pull than the light of one’s Father. Now if that is true, I have to imagine that what I celebrate, my son will gravitate toward, just as I gravitated toward what my father celebrated. As a matter of fact if we were to all step back for a second I bet we could point to things in our lives RIGHT NOW that are a result of something our father celebrated.
As we often say at Fuel; If we can all see it in our lives, I have to imagine God has something to say about it. Come on out this Wednesday as we move into week two of our “Identity†series: My Father’s Party.
See you Wednesday morning
D.R.