Happy Birthday to My Hero
There are lots of conversations taking place currently that revolve around “daddy issues.” I recently read an article that (correctly or not) identified roughly half of American adults as “unsatisfied or negatively affected” by their relationship with their father.
While I don’t know if those stats are true or made up, what I do know is that my daddy is the greatest man I think I have ever known. That may put me in the small minority of adults who actually think fondly of their childhood and adolescent years, but I am telling the truth.
Today is my dad’s 66th birthday and I want to honor him in this small way. He is a man deserving of honor because of how he has lived his life, how he raised his boys, how he loved and served my mom, and how he followed Jesus for over 55 years.
My dad comes from a different world than the one we live in. He was raised poor, really, and didn’t enjoy electricity or indoor plumbing until he was a teenager. His own father walked out on the family when my dad was 10, so he grew up with his own “daddy issues.” Yet unlike our generation who looks for an excuse to remain dysfunctional and unhealthy, my dad used the abandonment to make him a batter man, husband, and father.
He and my mom were unable to have children of their own so they went through the grueling process of adopting 2 boys in the 1970s. My father worked diligently and daily, waking up at 6, going into work at 8, coming home at 5, and saving his money so that our family could have a life a bit less difficult than his. He was faithful to his local church. He treated his employees with respect and as a local businessman in Fountain Inn, SC, he still has a reputation as being an honest, stand up sort of man. One of the greatest joys of my life was having my own father as my Sunday school teacher from age 8-12. My own dad taught me the Bible.
He never opined about what his calling was. He never complained about being stuck in a daily routine that was boring or un-fulfilling. He saw his family, his job, and his church as his calling. He was content to be a faithful Christian and raise his boys to know and fear the Lord.
I hear young men and women almost daily ramble on and on about their lives; they want to do something they love, they want their lives to count for something more than a regular job, they want to do ministry and get tired of working a “regular job” where they don’t see any results or souls saved or people discipled. I understand their sentiment, but I often get weary of hearing them dream on about the future and how good it could be one day when they are missing the opportunities that lie in front of them right now. It makes me think about my dad.
His life, by most modern standards, was dull and predictable and filled wit routine. Yet he honored his Lord. He was faithful on all fronts. He never stepped out of bounds in any area morally. He was a man with faults and flaws and he repented of them regularly. He was THE example of faith and Godliness that turned my heart toward Christ, and because of him I am a pastor, evangelist, author, missionary, husband, and daddy. He showed me how to be a faithful Christian.
As Joe Elmer King walks through the twilight of his life, hooked to a dialysis machine every other day, suffering the effects of diabetes and heart disease, he can know that his life counted for something that will outlive him. I want to wish him a happy birthday, and honor him by letting you know that there is nothing better or more important in this world than a Godly daddy. Thank God I had one.