How Father’s

Stand Strong in the Storms of Life

 

FATHER’S DAY

 

Scene opens around a dinner table.  Seated are an elderly man (GRANDPA), a man in his 40’s (DAD), and a boy around 10-14 years old (HUNTER).

 

HUNTER:        How late is Mom working tonight?

 

DAD:               She should be home around 10:00.

 

GRANDPA:     What happens at 10:00?

 

DAD:               Peggy should be home at 10:00. (To Hunter) Do you have a lot of homework tonight?

 

HUNTER:        I just had an hour of Earth Science and I did it already.

 

GRANDPA:     They only give you one hour of homework?  Back in high school we used to get 4 hours every night.  Every subject.  It made us learn.  That’s what school used to be all about – learning.  Not sports and play acting and all that other nonsense.

 

DAD:               Dad, you dropped out of high school in your junior year to become a plumber’s apprentice.

 

GRANDPA:     Well of course.  I couldn’t stand doing all that homework. 

 

HUNTER:        Dad – it’s Yankees/Red Sox tonight.  We’re watching it, right?

 

DAD:               (Enthusiastically) Oh yeah.

 

GRANDPA:     I’ll never forget this fellow I worked with on this construction job.  Mel was his name.  Or Hal?  Mel or Hal.  This guy would sing opera as we worked.  Had a beautiful voice, too.  Just beautiful.  We were working on a house in Ledyard.  Do they teach you about opera in school, Hunter?

 

HUNTER:        Uh, no, Grandpa.

 

DAD:               Dad, why on earth would they be teaching kids about opera?  For crying out loud.

 

GRANDPA:     Well it’s beautiful music, that’s why.

 

HUNTER:        Before I forget, we need to give Eddie a ride to school tomorrow morning.

 

DAD:               Is he the one who lives over on Forest Park Avenue . . . ?

 

(Dad notices that Grandpa has fallen asleep.  Dad and Hunter eat silently for several moments, watching Grandpa sleep.)

 

DAD:               Hey Dad.  Do you need to go to bed?  You seem kinda tired.

 

GRANDPA:     I’m not tired.  We’re going to watch a ballgame tonight.

                 

DAD:               I only ask because you were sleeping.

 

GRANDPA:     I was NOT sleeping.  Goodness!  All I did was close my eyes for a moment.  Is that a crime?

 

HUNTER:        Maybe Grandpa was just blinking very slowly.

 

DAD:               Don’t be fresh.  Dad, you were sleeping.  Why is it so hard it admit it?

 

GRANDPA:     I just closed my eyes.  What’s the big deal?  I need to go to the bathroom.

 

DAD:               Do you need help?

 

GRANDPA:     (irritated) No I don’t need help to go to the bathroom! (stands up very slowly and s-l-o-w-l-y starts to walk to the left)

 

DAD:               Dad, the bathroom’s that way.

 

GRANDPA:     Oh.  So it is.  (reverses direction and slowly moves offstage)

 

HUNTER:        (laughing) What was all that about opera?  That was completely random.

 

DAD:               I don’t know.  Sometimes when people get older their minds just work…differently. 

 

HUNTER:        He called me Charlie yesterday. 

 

DAD:               (sighing) I guess you remind him of me.

 

HUNTER:        That’s disturbing.  No offense, Dad.

 

(phone rings.  Dad answers it.)

 

DAD:               Dennis?  Is something wrong with the software conversion?  No, it shouldn’t be doing that.  No, you’ll need to shut down the system and re-boot.  Do you know how to shut down the server?

 

GRANDPA:     (calling from bathroom)  I need HELP in here!!

 

DAD:               Hunter, go see what your Grandfather needs.

 

HUNTER:        Me?  I’m not going in there.

 

DAD:               Just do it.  I’ll be there in a minute.  (Hunter goes offstage)  No.  No, Dennis.  I’m not talking to you.  I can’t come in now and do the shutdown.  Go to the electrical closet and hit the main power switch.  It’s a yellow switch…

 

HUNTER:        Dad!  Grandpa says he needs you.

 

DAD:               In a minute!   You flip the yellow switch to off and then turn it back on.  When the screen comes on it’ll ask you to re-boot the main server.  Hit yes and follow the prompts.  Well, you’ll have to do it because I can’t come down there right this minute.  If you get stuck call Gene.  He knows how to do it, too, and he can walk you through the steps.  I just don’t have time now.  Okay. (hangs up and rushes over to the edge of the stage.  Grandpa and Hunter are returning.)  What happened?  Did you fall?

 

HUNTER:        Dad – he just needed toilet paper.

 

DAD:               For crying out loud!  I thought you’d fallen or something.  You made it sound like an emergency!

 

GRANDPA:     It was an emergency!

 

HUNTER:        (taking Dad aside) Dad, there was a spare roll on top of the sink. 

 

DAD:               (to Grandpa) You can’t scare us like that.

 

GRANDPA:     Well if you just kept toilet paper in the bathrooms…

 

HUNTER:        There was a roll three feet away from you, for crying out loud!

 

DAD:               (to Hunter)  Hey, be respectful!  Your Grandfather fought in a war.

 

HUNTER:        What does that have to do with anything?

 

DAD:               It matters, okay?!  It matters that he raised 3 kids and put them through college on a plumber’s salary.  And it matters that he was married to your Grandmother for 46 years.  It matters!

 

HUNTER:        Okay, it matters. 

 

GRANDPA:     What are you getting all worked up about?

 

DAD:               I don’t know.  Are we still eating dinner or are we ready to watch the game?

 

GRANDPA:     Well I was still eating. 

 

HUNTER:        Can I be excused?

 

DAD:               No!

 

(Dad and Hunter sit down.  Grandpa sits down very slowly and resumes eating slowly.)

 

HUNTER:        May I please be excused? 

 

DAD:               (who had been staring glumly at Grandpa)  What?  Sure.

 

GRANDPA:     That was yummy.  What do you call that dish?

 

DAD:               Shepherd’s pie.

 

GRANDPA:     Aw be serious!  That wasn’t no pie.

 

DAD:               Well, that’s what it’s called.

 

GRANDPA:     That Charles is a fine young man.  You should be proud of him.

 

DAD:               I am proud, but I think you mean Hunter.  I’m Charles.

 

GRANDPA:     That’s what I meant.  And he’s smart, too.  He’d make a fine plumber.  You should think about that.

 

DAD:               Dad, he’s not going to be a plumber.  He’s going to go to …. Why don’t we just let him decide?  Okay?

 

GRANDPA:     Well certainly.  It’s his decision.

 

DAD:               I’ll clear the dishes later.  Let’s go watch the ballgame. 

 

GRANDPA:     Alright.  (slowly gets up)  I hope that Carl Yastremski is playing.  He’s terrific.

 

DAD:               You never know.

 

 

(END)

 

Father’s Day Sketch Discussion

 

The sketch is portraying the tension that can exist for a father who has an aging parent who needs our help / our love and support while still raising our kids.  Have any of you experienced that?  And could you tell us about that?  What kind of unique storms does that create for you and how did you handle it (or not handle it) as a father?

 

Bob Cooley

 

When I was in my late thirties my mother developed Alzheimer’s at a relatively young age--her late 60's.  She lived her entire life in Colorado.  My family was here in Connecticut and deeply rooted. Becky and I contemplated relocating back to Colorado in order to help care for her, and I even pursued work there.  Things just didn't work out.

 

We did have my mom come stay with us for a while, but it only exacerbated her confusion and disorientation.  My sister really carried the weight of caring for my mother and, I must say, it was extremely difficult for her.  Although she was committed to keeping mom at home, ultimately it became necessary to find a place where my mother could receive 24 hour care.  Her last two years she was curled up in a fetal position with no apparent cognitive abilities.

 

It really wasn't fair for my sister.  But at the time, there just didn't seem to be any other workable solution.  I feel bad about it.

 

When my father got to the point where he needed closer care, my sister came to live in Connecticut.  My older sister Gale is here also, so the three of us his were able to share caring for him.  Dad was in his mid-eighties and was in pretty good shape for his age.  He stayed with us for an extended time as he did with my other two sisters.  Of course there were normal inconveniences and irritations, but nothing that was overly difficult.  I have to say that the family adjusted pretty well. I'm really proud of Becky and my girls for the way they embraced this responsibility.

 

I see this time as a gift from the Lord and it allowed us to deepen our relationship.  Earlier in life we didn't relate well to each other.  I am really, really thankful that we had that time together. For most of his life, my dad was nominally Catholic and did not have a personal relationship with God.  Several months before his passing, during a medical crisis, he stepped across the line of faith. I have no doubt at all that it was the real deal.  Praise God!

 

Andrew Sharp

 

At the present time I am just starting to experience this with my mother.  While she has not had as sharp a decline as the grandfather in the sketch, there are glimpses of it.  I am aware that her independence is deteriorating and this will create challenges for me and my family.  There is a disconnect between her and her grandchildren that is unfortunate.  For many years, my mother cared sacrificially for her mother to a degree that hindered her relationship with her grandchildren. 

 

I have heard others in our congregation express frustration and sadness concerning the declining faculties of a parent and it gets increasingly stressful, especially when dementia or depression takes hold.  I am, many ways, an impatient person and I feel challenged (for lack of a better word) by God to honor my mother, to include her in my household activities, and just be patient with her.

 

Ken Finn

 

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The sketch also portrayed the tension that can exist for a father when he sees his own bad behavior – his own failures – begin to play out in his kids.  Charles admonishes Hunter to respect his Grandfather “because he fought in a war” yet all along had been not honoring and respecting his dad in front of his son.  How have you experienced similar situations – where you see your own failures being acted out in your kids?  Can you describe the situations?  How did you handle it?  What have you learned from these experiences?

 

Bob Cooley

 

Generally speaking (and, to be sure, there definitely are exceptions), I believe that the state of relationships within our families is a very good barometer of our relationship with God. To put it another way, a healthy relationship with God normally engenders healthy relationships within a family.

Family is where we are fully known—warts and all.  The close, extended proximity precludes phony personas—it’s a “no spin zone.” Simply put, family relationships are a crucible that God has designed to help us in the process of our own spiritual transformation.

 

In this context, no, it’s not easy when we see our own “stuff” at play in our kids.  The fact is, however, that’s the way it works.  Most of us are familiar with the passages in the Old Testament where we are informed that the sins of the fathers are visited unto the third and fourth generations.  In fact, I’ve come to look at it as spiritual DNA and it’s been helpful to me to understand it that way.

 

As frustrating as this reality may be in practical terms, it presents a wonderful opportunity for spiritual progress on both the parent’s and the kid’s part.  It’s an opportunity for authenticity, honesty, asking for forgiveness and communicating to our children that faith in Jesus Christ is genuine and can make a difference.  It certainly has in our household.

 

Andrew Sharp

 

We traveled recently with my mother, something I knew would be a test of my patience.  As a family, we prayed in advance for peace and patience during the trip.  It was often a very conscious effort to be patient and tolerant of how slowly she moved, and ate, and the like.  Nevertheless, there were times when I became irritated, sometimes sarcastic.  I became very conscious of it and how it was being perceived by my kids. 

 

One small moment during the trip that I will remember is, at the end of one day, confessing to my son that I wanted to be more patient with my mother and that sometimes it was a struggle for me.  My son replied that it was, at times, tough for him, too.  That was all there was to the conversation, but somehow it helped to verbalize it.

 

Ken Finn

 

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All three of you have been raising sons and daughters for a number of years. Can you share with us one or two things that helped you to stand strong in storms of life as a father?

 

Bob Cooley

 

Actually, I’m prompted to talk about the aspect of my parenting that I most regret, not the things that enabled success.

 

Becky and I were separated for nearly a year in the 7th year of our marriage. In the wake of that major crisis I wholeheartedly turned to God.

 

Following that turning point, however, as I took on the responsibilities associated with providing for my family and all the business of life, some of my old instincts began to creep back in.  I became less dependent upon God and more dependent upon myself.  I was living by my own wits and deriving considerable self-esteem from it.

 

The way this played out in my parenting is that I tended to rely on my own understanding in providing family leadership.  Yes, it was Christian principles that I looked to, but it was missing the crucial element of God’s vital Presence.  Thus, in my mind, it hung on me and the competency of my parenting.

 

I depended heavily on structure and discipline to keep my kids safe and I was not beyond using intimidation to “encourage” compliance.  And while I used anger as a means of control, let me be clear to say that I never used physical force to impose my will.  I know that my kids knew with certainty that I loved them.  But, in retrospect, it grieves me that they were truly fearful of my anger. 

 

When one of my girls was caught shoplifting at the mall (with a friend who was also from this church), God revealed to me that she soon would be transitioning to adulthood and that all my structure and discipline would be completely inadequate.  Either she was going to voluntarily embrace her family’s values and faith, or to our eternal pain, she could freely choose otherwise.

 

It was then that I connected with the vital necessity of God’s real Presence in our home.  I also came to see that structure and discipline—both good things—need to spring from love and grace.  Coercion isn’t very effective in Kingdom terms, nor does it paint a very winsome picture of Father God.

 

Fortunately, there was time for God to bring about real change and to do some deep healing.  My girls will confirm that significant transformation has taken place.  I only wish I was walking in this from the beginning.

 

Andrew Sharp

 

I had the experience of growing up without a father, and without a father-figure.  As it relates to my own parenting, there are positive and negative aspects to this.  The negative is that I do not have a good road map to follow – no memory of how my father would have handled a certain situation.  The positive is that I do not carry around negative baggage of unloving, ungodly parenting that might be reproduced in my own parenting relationships.  I feel that in many ways that not having a father frees me to be more of myself with my kids.  It also means that I need to draw upon God as a resource rather than what I perceived from my own childhood. 

 

Nevertheless, you cannot be a father in a vacuum.  I have been greatly blessed by the fathers in this church body.  They have often modeled for me, almost always unintentionally, godly parenting.  Perhaps this is why I think it is important for men in a church to connect enough with other men for this kind of sharing to occur. 

 

Ken Finn

 

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Genesis 3:1-7 

The Fall of Man

 1 Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the LORD God had made. He said to the woman, "Did God really say, 'You must not eat from any tree in the garden'?"

 2 The woman said to the serpent, "We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, 3 but God did say, 'You must not eat fruit from the tree that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not touch it, or you will die.' "

 4 "You will not surely die," the serpent said to the woman. 5 "For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil."

 6 When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it. 7 Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.

The Silence of Adam

I would like to thank Bob, Andrew and Ken for sharing with us this morning – for being vulnerable about some of the storms they have faced as men.  I would like to close this morning by briefly opening the Word of God together.  Our scripture this morning is a familiar one – taken from Genesis 3 – the temptation of Eve and the fall of Man.  I would like you to turn with me to it in your Bibles or on your outlines.

 

Most of us have some images in our minds about this story.  There’s the Garden, the serpent, the tree and the fruit and Eve.  And if you are like me, as whole scene plays out in our minds – Adam is nowhere to be found.  But our scripture this morning tells a different story.  The Word of God indicates that he was there – but that he was silent.  Notice in verse 6:

 

She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it

 

Early translators missed this – but most modern translations agree that the Hebrew is clearly indicating that Adam was there.  So the question isn’t – “Where was Adam?”  The question is “Why was he silent?”  Why didn’t he speak up and defend his wife against the crafty serpent?  Why didn’t he correct Eve when she misquoted God’s word? “God didn’t say that we couldn’t touch the tree – He just told us not to eat from it.”  And when she took the fruit – why didn’t he cry out “Don’t”

           

Men’s Natural Reasons for Silence

 

This morning in our sketch – we heard some reasons that we remain silent – sometimes our own failures shame us and prevent us from speaking up.  But this story happened before sin entered the Garden.  So it wasn’t because of any past failures that Adam was silent.

 

Men – if you haven’t noticed – we tend to be less verbal than women.  Anyone out there ever notice that? You know how it goes.  We come home from a long day of work.  We faced many frustrations, failures – maybe some success.  Our wives ask us “How was your day?”  And we say “Fine” or what I say: “Normal.”

Gary Smalley tells of a study where they placed microphones on 4 year olds while they played.  If you have boys and girls, it shouldn’t surprise you to know that the study showed that the preponderance of sounds coming from the girls were words and the overwhelming amount of sounds from the boys were noises – “Vrroom” “Bppppppp

 

But we don’t need a study to tell us that we are wired different – that we speak less.  So partly – Adam’s reason for silence was natural – by nature as men we don’t respond verbally.


“Adam, where are you?”  God’s Call to Father’s

 

But Adam’s silence got him into trouble – and our silence, men, gets us in trouble to this day.  Our silence leads us to be emotionally disconnected from our wives, our children, our neighbors – and even our God.  Our silence prevents us from sharing the storms we are going through and from entering into the storms of those most dear to us.  Remember how, in the first of this series, Joe Dietrich encouraged us to build community as a means of helping us stand strong in the storms.  Speaking / communication is the gateway to relationship and community.  And men, we need help in this area.

 

I don’t believe that God mis-wired us men.  Communication, community and intimacy with others doesn’t come easy for us men.  I believe that it is part of God’s design. But that is not an excuse for us to be silent in the face of the storms of life / from not communicating during the storms.

 

Adam wasn’t called to speak his opinion to Eve.  He wasn’t called to correct her out of his own judgment.  He was called to speak God’s word to her.  But he was silent.

 

And God is calling to us men just as He called to His son Adam.  “Adam – where are you.”  “I want to speak with you.” 

 

How is God calling us as father’s to stand strong in the storms of life?  He’s calling us to come out of our silence and our tendency towards isolation and speak – not from our opinions but from what we have heard from God.  

 

How do we do this / How do we bring God’s presence into our homes unless we ourselves continually and regularly put ourselves in His presence.  In the midst of and in spite of our failures, to leave our natural tendencies and then to boldly bring God’s presence into our families and our worlds – although our words are few may they be full of God’s power

 

As we heard from Bob, God’s presence transforms us – but first it breaks us.  He un-does us. He humbles us.  He heals us.  Then He speaks to us so that we can speak His words into the storms that we face as fathers.   That’s His invitation. “Adam where are you?  I want to talk with you.”

 

I want to just take a few minutes of silence – and ask God’s Holy Spirit to move among us.  Worship team you can come up.  In what storms have we been silent?  Where have we hidden ourselves from God and from those closest to us?  Father, what are you speaking to me today?

 

Let’s pray