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Father’s Day was pretty tough this year for me. My Papi died suddenly, without warning, of cancer last month. It was such a shock to all of us!
Yesterday I went to Mass in the city. The church there had a multitude of beautiful tall gold/amber lit candles on the altar. I asked a friend about the significance of the candles. She said they were in honor of the fathers who had passed away. I was so moved by this memorial… I miss my father so much, even though I am an adult. I miss his voice, his laughter, his smile, his singing. I remember so many things that he taught me, especially my first Bible stories. As a young child I remember being filled with absolute amazement as he colorfully described the story of Moses escaping with that enormous number of people and the miracles God showed them as they journeyed through the desert all those many years. I was so astounded and comforted by the miracles of Jesus and the perfect beautiful order of God’s creation. These stories my father told me as a child put a special love in my heart for God the Father and for Jesus. Throughout my life, these stories stayed with me and now, in this dark time, as my heart is burdened by our family’s tragic loss, those candles reminded me of the hope we have in Jesus and His promise of salvation. Please pray especially for my Mom. I can’t even begin to imagine the depth of her pain after 58 years of a loving marriage! (They met at a summer Christian camp as teenagers!)
God Bless You All…
Yesterday I went to Mass in the city. The church there had a multitude of beautiful tall gold/amber lit candles on the altar. I asked a friend about the significance of the candles. She said they were in honor of the fathers who had passed away. I was so moved by this memorial… I miss my father so much, even though I am an adult. I miss his voice, his laughter, his smile, his singing. I remember so many things that he taught me, especially my first Bible stories. As a young child I remember being filled with absolute amazement as he colorfully described the story of Moses escaping with that enormous number of people and the miracles God showed them as they journeyed through the desert all those many years. I was so astounded and comforted by the miracles of Jesus and the perfect beautiful order of God’s creation. These stories my father told me as a child put a special love in my heart for God the Father and for Jesus. Throughout my life, these stories stayed with me and now, in this dark time, as my heart is burdened by our family’s tragic loss, those candles reminded me of the hope we have in Jesus and His promise of salvation. Please pray especially for my Mom. I can’t even begin to imagine the depth of her pain after 58 years of a loving marriage! (They met at a summer Christian camp as teenagers!)
God Bless You All…