The story...
There was a radio, later tv, show called Father Knows Best. It was popular, a theme of goodness for the 40's and 50's culture. I'm glad that I had a dad who was trustworthy, knowledgeable, and lived with a code that provided a structure and boundaries for my growth. He was a good man yet he didn't really know best - he knew good. I'm so thankful that he was my dad. He was a human who was created in the image of God yet he was blessed and flawed like the rest of us.
I thought that my dad was the best dad. And, I remember the first time that I heard two of his sisters complaining about him, describing him negatively, while I was standing outside the door. This occurred during the reception following my grandfather's funeral - the family's world was being torn asunder before "re-norming." I was shocked and immediately distrusted his two sisters. Yet, the experience opened the door to the idea that my dad was flawed. "Might his sisters be right?"
We know that everybody has strengths and weaknesses yet pride and suffering can move people toward isolation. A response to rejection might be to grab your toys and go home - to isolate and protect self.
When a person's isolation turns into brokenness, where do they go? Who do they call? I hope that they'd call, be invited to, or be brought to the only church in town. There, they'd find the value of community - a community of hope! Hope in their Father who does know what's best for His creation. He is "That Than Which There is No Greater."
Just for today...
"Praying for my will to be done often led me to pain, trouble and confusion . . . God sees the whole picture." Hope for Today (p. 119)
"I could bring myself to a brighter view of life if I weren't always feeling sorry for myself; despair is often a mask for self-pity." One Day at a Time (p. 119)
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