A wise son listens when his father tells him the right way, but one who laughs at the truth does not listen when strong words are spoken to him. Proverbs 13:1
Growing up in Markham, we lived in a house that had a basement. It wasn’t a huge basement but the TV (a 13" black and white) was down there, and off in the corner, was my Dad’s desk.
It wasn’t a fancy desk but it was his. He had taken two filing cabinets and laid a large desktop across the top of those to work on. As kids, we weren’t supposed to use the desk but it was a temptation that was hard to resist. When he wasn’t looking, I would sit at his desk and pretend that I was some big-shot business guy who had important work to do. He had all the cool tools - like a stapler, a red LED calculator, along with graph paper and lots of pens and paper. Who could resist?
Many nights I can remember waking up from my sleep and wandering downstairs to see my Dad hard at work. We used to call it “work work” (as opposed to school work or church work) that he had brought home that needed to be done before the next day. I would see him sitting there, head down and extremely focused like all good Engineers would do. It was just the normal thing for us to know that Dad would do some “work-work” after we went to bed.
Later in life I asked my Dad about his “work work”. He said that in those days the pressure at work was unbelievable. The stress on him to complete all his responsibilities was enormous and there were always younger people just waiting in line to take his job. Making sure that our family was provided for was important to my Dad and so to ensure that the work got done, he brought it home. He could have stayed at work to get it done but that would have meant that he would have missed out on suppers, family time and church responsibilities and he wasn’t prepared for that to happen.
So, in our home, my dad would show up at home for supper at 6:00pm (literally on the dot, right after the 6 Million Dollar Man episode was finished). We would eat together and do family things. Once all the family stuff was done and everyone was heading to bed, my dad would regularly head downstairs to catch up on work.
I always know that Dad made our family time a priority. Sure, there times that it was harder to do that, but for the most part he modelled where his true commitments in life lay.
On this Father’s Day, I want to thank God for the lessons that He taught me through my Dad. I have sought to listen well to both my fathers - my heavenly and earthly one - so that I make sure that my family knows that I am there for them. Joleyne and I have worked hard to ensure that dinner time is a priority. We have sought to listen to the wisdom of our fathers and try to pass this on to the next generation for the glory of God.
Thanks for the lesson of your desk, Dad. You taught me more that you’ll ever know.
Aaron Groat, Senior Pastor
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