No moms, I’m not selling you short, nor am I being condescending or blasphemous. I truly believe that Father’s Day is the most important day of our Calendar Year. Christmas is a splendid time, but often overtaken by greed/keeping up with the Joneses and hectic schedules. Easter is a wonderful time, yet it has lost it’s true meeting and has been so “politically corrected” that it doesn’t bring the weight and conviction that it used to. Mother’s Day, aahhhh Mother’s Day. Moms should be celebrated everyday!
The reason why I chose Father’s Day as being more “important” than Mother’s Day is not because one is better than the other or more worthy of having a holiday. The reason comes from deep thought on the decay of our once great society. Fathers are the lifeblood of any great society, they are the leaders of morality, the defenders of good, the protectors of the innocent and the strong back which our country rests upon. They represent the tipping point in our society. I’m not just making things up, there are a ton of statistics out there to prove my discourse. When the father is gone, the decay of a family sets it. Fathers were designed to protect and provide for their families like nobody else. Moms were not designed to do so, kids were not designed to do so, big brothers were not designed to do so. I know that these statements aren’t very politically correct, but allow me to express the value of fatherhood.
If there is one element that is missing in our society that is leading to the decay of our society, I believe it is the father in the home. My heart goes out to single moms who are working, going to school and trying to make ends meet. My mom was one. But I see the void in those families, I’ve even felt it, and it hurts my heart to know that there are millions of kids who will never feel the reassurance that a father in the home can bring.
I don’t apologize for saying any of this and I hope nobody is offended or hurt by my sentiments. I just wish that we would teach our boys to be men and one day to be real fathers. I wish that chivalry would make a triumphant return. I wish that our society would hold fathers accountable to the lives that they brought into existence. My dream is for a dad to be there for every little girl who wants to learn how to ride a bike. My hope is for a daddy to be there when every little boy wants to learn how to throw a baseball.
You’re reading words from a dad who didn’t always have a dad in the house. I love my dad, I’m going out to dinner with him in just a few hours actually and I’m glad that he’s there for me now and more importantly for his grandkids. If you’re a dad and you’ve messed up, it is never too late to make it right. It might be a hard road but it is worth. Me and my dad enjoy one of the best relationships today because he made the effort to be my dad. Being a “dad” is not just a word, its a way of life.
And so I share some photographs of fathers from some recent weddings. These photos mean a lot to me. They are the reason I do what I do. Enjoy.