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Love

You are her first love

by Lon on November 20, 2009

strong-fathers-strong-daughters-150The Strong Fathers, Strong Daughters Group Blogging Project continues. Chapter 3 – You are her first love – is brought to you by author, designer, consultant, speaker, & adventurer (and everything else you ever wanted to be)  Chris Marsden.



My girls are still young. The older two talk about boys occasionally, but more in the abstract “we’re supposed to like boys” kind of way. They obsess over the Jonas Brothers and we don’t even have cable, so they might have seen the show once or twice. I know that a time is coming, though, when talking about boys will shift to actually liking (and eventually loving) boys.

With that in mind, the introduction to this chapter was incredibly encouraging. I am their first love. No matter who else is in their life or how cute they are, I am still the one that they will compare them back to (hopefully not the cute part). Except that means that I am also the one who is setting the standard for how they give and receive love as well. And while that, too, adds a bit of boost to the ego, it is also a bit challenging and frightening.

Meeker talks about five things that dad’s need to do/focus on to help their daughter’s get a healthy dose of and view of love.

Words

Men and women are different. Women like to talk, most guys don’t. And it isn’t even really a like issue. Women need to talk. With our wives, it is easy for them to explain that to us and it is just as easy for us to explain to them, “not right now, I’ll talk to you in a little bit,” but it is harder for our daughters to understand. They don’t know they need to talk, they just do. And they don’t know they need to hear you talk to them and encourage them, they just do.

We need to tell our daughters that we love them. Regularly. Genuinely. We need to mean it and we need to be able to explain it, especially as they get older. They need to hear those words from us.

Fences

It is our job, as dads, to build a series of rules and boundaries around our children’s lives that guide them and protect them. These fences are not permanent installations, they shift and are torn down as our girls age and mature. They are about safety.

There is a part of me that struggles with this. Part of me loves the idea of building a wall of rules around my girls and keeping them safe from the world and part of me thinks that if I build this restrictive rule structure they will either rebel or become co-dependant homebodies. Meeker points out a couple things that I think help.

It is not about trust, it is about safety. The rules we create have to be about keeping them safe and moving them towards their future. It can’t be about control or our whims.

Girls who rebel don’t rebel because there are rules. They rebel against the rules because the rules aren’t balanced against anything else. Love has to be the center of the relationship and the rules have to be created and enforced with love in mind.

Silence

Silence goes along with words. Yes, I daughters need to hear us tell them they love them, but they also need us to be quiet and listen. The catch, that Meeker points out, is something I am definitely guilty of. We’re busy or we’ve had a long day and we “just want to unwind” and we tell our girls, “just a minute” or “not right now.” For me, this is going to be one of the biggest challenges. To listen to the random story that is completely non-sequitur, even when I am tired or distracted.

When my wife ignores me, even for a good reason, part of me feels dismissed and less loved than when she pays attention to me. Why would my daughters feel any different.

Time

This one felt like the most obvious on the list. We need to give our daughters time, right? Of course we do. We need to do it without resentment or begrudgingly? Again, yes. But the good news is this. That time you need to spend with your daughter isn’t as big of a deal as you might be thinking. It is about taking the time to consistently give her your attention, not about coming up with a huge event, just to spend some time together.

The question is, who is the focus on. Daddy/daughter dates are great, if you are showing her your love and attention just like on a date (I once witnessed a Dad out with his daughter where they both spent the meal playing on their phones). A grocery shopping trip with one of the girls might be necessary at times, but I can tell you from personal experience that inviting one of the girls along to help run Daddy errands to Best Buy or Lowes is huge. When they are “helping” me and I am focused on them, we both win.

Will

Love is hard. Sometimes it’s not, life is easy, kids are behaving and we’re living a Hallmark card kind of love without any work. But usually it’s hard. It is going to take hard work.

My daughters are 1, 5, and 7. Right now, we have our bad days, but loving my girls is still pretty easy. I’m hoping that reading this book and the hard work I’m investing now will make the teenage years all smooth sailing (is that even possible), but it takes me saying to myself and saying to my girls that no matter what, I will love you.

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I’m such a jerk. I’ve been sponsoring a child for the past couple years and after several handwritten letters to me, only today have I finally got around to emailing her back.

It’s absolutely ridiculous. It’s easier for someone of my piddly income to fork over cash each month, than simply write a personal letter of compassion.

The problem with financial support is when it ends there. Sure, a child gets needed funding and I feel slightly absolved of my guilt. But when child sponsorship organizations like world vision get reduced to a distribution center, we get the illusion that everyone connects and gets what they need… but is anyone truly transformed?

Anyhow, here’s my open letter to this child I ought to be loving on…

Dear Uwayisaba,

Thank you so much for your past letters! I need to start by sincerely apologizing for taking so long to write back to you. We have a photo of you up on our wall and think about you often. However, it’s silly how busy our lives can get here in Toronto. It is so easy for us to get caught up in things that aren’t meaningful and forget what’s truly meaningful.

Your life is meaningful. We believe your struggles and your hopes are meaningful to this world we share as well. We have a daughter who’s a bit younger than you, and she reminds us everyday how every single life is precious and sacred. Once she learns to write we really hope that she can write to you herself as well.

I know that God is working in your life and ours, and we look forward to hearing more about you, your school, and your family.

With love

Anyhow, I know every one of you can do better than I have. I’m currently partnered with Food for the Hungry, I hear great things about Compassion as well.

Below is a recent video from the Catalyst conference of a child meeting their sponsor after 19 years. The sharing starts around the 3 minute mark.

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Broken II – Captive

by Lon on August 19, 2009

Why have you brought me here?
Have I not been mocked enough?

I’ve seen the way they look at me
Must they judge me here for all eternity?

I’ve already served my time on earth.
I’ve been your living example of what not to do
a perpetrator, a deceiver, a subhuman creature
giving in to every lust and putrid desire

My presence here would only cause others to sin.
I’d bloody paradise. I’d take life again.

I’ve had to live with me, why must others suffer as well?

I shouldn’t be here.
I shouldn’t be.
Damn you for bringing forth a soul like mine.

Send me back. Destroy me. Just don’t keep me here.

Not with them.

But what do you do when beauty forces herself upon you?

When her love burns more than the flames of hell?

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Broken I – Repulsive

by Lon on August 17, 2009

Think of the most violent, horrific, and inhumane act you can imagine.
I can’t quite say the words, but you know the ones.

I’ve done them. Repeatedly.

People look at me in disgust.
But it’s really love in excess, maybe misdirected.

What can I do, when my love comes out the wrong way?
When it’s only ever received with screaming.

I’ve taken pleasure as they cried for escape.
Their tears bring relief to my sun-cracked skin.

Some days what I do revolts me
Other days I coddle it like a newborn child
But every time, no matter what, the darkness always overcomes.

I spend my days fantasizing about my sins
yet I can’t seem to make out their faces.

I’ve raped and stolen innocence.
I feel sorry every time.

Could you find it in you to forgive me? To love me?

I can’t promise that I’ll stop.

Could you hold me close if I came near?

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Embracing Judas

by Lon on May 28, 2009

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Judas Iscariot is infamous throughout church history as the betrayer of Jesus.

The story of Judas brings up a heap of issues such as

Did Judas have a choice? Was the life of Judas predestined for evil?

Was his betrayal necessary for the salvation of humanity? If so, should he get some credit here?

Some say the sins and subsequent suicide of Judas forever condemned him to Hell – Could the atonement of Jesus not be sufficient for someone so instrumental in history?

What was going through the heart and mind of Judas as he hung himself?

The one question I’ve been fixated on for the past month comes straight from the Scriptures. In Matthew 27, Judas goes to the chief priests and elders, repenting “I have sinned for I have betrayed innocent blood”, to which the religious leaders respond “What is that to us? That’s your responsibility”.

This one breaks my heart. I know we as the church do it all the time. People come to us wanting change, acceptance, hope… and we leave them ‘hanging’. Who has committed the greater sin here? Could the church have prevented his death? I doubt Judas went to them seeking further condemnation.

What is that to us?

What if rather than ignoring those who we might deem as ‘too sick and twisted’, ‘too messed up’, or ‘too awkward’, we welcomed them? What if we didn’t simply acknowledge them, or pray and empty prayer, but took their sins as our responsibility? And what if, a big what if, someone was ‘predestined’ to a life of sin, so that you could learn what it means to truly love another human being?

What if we embraced Judas?

Photo by Irina Souiki

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God at the Taco Bell…

by Lon on April 29, 2009

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I was lining up for the Tuesday special at Taco Bell, and overheard the lady next to me making her order with what seemed like forced extra-polite English. I looked over and noticed she was an older Asian lady, and figured she must have immigrated here not too long ago, and imagined what a difficult life it must have been integrating into a new country.

Then I realized she was with her daughter who was probably in her late twenties… with very obvious Down syndrome. It hit me that I had no idea just how hard her life has been and the disappointing realities she must have struggled with.

The lady was gently guiding her daughter though the ordering and payment process at the Taco Bell.

My heart just broke for them.

Not because of the situation they were in, but because I could see the decades of care and concern her mother had for her.

The daughter’s core identity was not that of a Down syndrome sufferer, but a child deeply loved and adored.

Ain’t that the truth about God and all His children?

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New Direction ministries of Canada recently produced a dvd series called Bridging the Gap: Befriending our gay neighbours.

Here’s an interview clip of Tony Campolo sharing a story about a woman’s homosexual son

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Living Unintentionally…

by Lon on March 30, 2008

I just made a visit to my old elementary school, and turns out my old grade six teacher is still teaching there. I ended up being asked to come back and speak to the school about future possibilities as a returning student.

It reminded me of the incredible need for intentional living. Too often we end up simply going through the motions and haphazardly end up where ‘the system’ leads us or wherever external forces push us.

The first girl I ever dated was in grade six, and it was completely un-intentional.

We were watching a movie in class, the lights were a bit dim. I was kicking back with one arm behind my chair. Some punk kid behind me, pulls a prank I wish I thought of, and quickly places my arm around the shoulders of the girl sitting next to me.

I completely freeze up. She turns, smiles, places a hand on my lap.

I didn’t flinch for the rest of the film. And with that, we were officially dating.

It lasted about a week. We figured we were still young and wanted to leave our options open.

Thank God.

I believe the Apostle Paul calls this being tossed back and forth by the waves.

How might we all live more intentionally each day?

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