Science (non) Fiction

In honor of Father’s Day, I’d like to attempt to summarize why I love my dad.

I love that he has a real heart for missions, to bring the world closer to Christ, not only by speaking the words of evangelism, but also by working alongside people trying the make the world a better place for orphaned kids in Kenya for example; this is his living testimony, and evidence of the fact that he believes that his actions can show Christ’s love to people in need.

I love that he cares about mercy ministry, that he sees need in people’s lives and responds to that need; that, again, he sees this caring for people as a powerful witness of Christ’s love.

I love that he was willing to base our decision for our dinner plans celebrating Father’s Day to accomodate my new food choices.

I love that I can go to him with any kind of problem and know that I’ll get good advice and a sympathetic ear.

I love that he’s confident enough in his masculinity to show emotions at really sad points in life, when crying is definitely warranted.

I love that he worked hard to allow us to have Mom stay at home to homeschool us.

I love that he’s a better cook than I’ll probably ever be

I love that he considers macaroni and cheese to be a vegetable, as do all the good down-home southern cooking family restaurants around us.

I love so many more things, some of which I can’t even put into words - but for everything, I am thankful, not for a perfect Dad, but for the love of a Dad who can point me towards knowing that the love of the Perfect Father must be even better than the great Dad I get here on earth.