Sunday, June 17, 2001
Sunday, June 17, 2001
So it is not the will of your Father in heaven that one of these little ones should be
lost.
Finally the long awaited day arrived. They gathered at Camp Boxwell, on the shores of Old
Hickory Lake near Nashville. There were, "fifteen Cubs, one gung ho leader, and a motley group
of fathers" who wondered what in the world they were doing there.
The first afternoon was spent trying to figure out how to set up the borrowed tents. "I taught
young Richard everything I knew during the first twenty minutes or so," his father remembers,
"we spent the rest of the time learning together." This father and son had a wonderful weekend.
"All too soon, Sunday came," Richard recalls. It was time to break camp and head for home. "I
felt a deep sense of peace and satisfaction," Richard, Sr. says now, "and I heard the gentle whisper
of God's voice. I uttered a prayer of my own. 'Thank you, God,' I said softly. 'This will make a
really nice memory.'" And it did.
Make today a wonderful memory as we honor our Father in heaven. Happy Father's Day!
(Matthew 18:14
NRSV)
"Can we go, Dad? Can we go?" Young Richard was excited about a Cub Scout camp-out that
required the attendance of his father. Richard, Sr. thought about all the times his son had asked
on other occasions, "Are you working tonight, Dad?" "Far too often," his father reflected, "I
offered some lame excuse instead of pitching ball or shooting baskets or just sitting and talking."
He promised himself that the next time he would agree to do whatever his son asked him to do.
"You bet we'll go!" he told his son, "We wouldn't miss it for the world." "Oh boy!" the son
shouted, throwing his arms around his father's neck. Richard, Sr. wasn't quite as enthusiastic. He
remembered sleeping out in the back yard as a boy and how afraid he was. Camping was not his
thing.
Loving God, thank you for being my father. Amen.
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