It’s Father’s Day 2013 and I’m missing my Dad.
My Dad–Roger Chambers–died of a massive heart attack while at Hillsboro Family Camp in August of 1988. He died while taking a nap in the camper of dear friends. I’m comforted by the fact that my Dad was with people he loved when he died and with the One he loved when he woke up.
Death is a mortally wounded monster.
Death has been defeated, but he’s still claiming victims as he flounders towards his ultimate demise.
God hates death. He hates death so much that he sent his son to a cross so that all people could have the chance to live forever if they put their faith in him.
On the cross Jesus defeated death forever and all who choose to stand with him on his side of the conflict find themselves standing with the victor.
When we face life and death in Christ we’re not fighting for victory, but from victory.
I love God.
I hate death.
I like hope.
Death is not the final word for Christians.
If Christ doesn’t return in our lifetime we are all going to die.
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But–praise God!–everyone who dies in Christ will never die again.
My Dad was a Christ follower, so he is now with the Lord.
That hope has sustained me and my family for the past 25 years and will sustain us for as long as we breathe.
. . . but, I still miss my Dad.
I miss his smile.
I miss his sense of humor.
I miss his preaching and teaching.
I miss his wisdom.
I miss hearing him play his harmonica.
I miss seeing him laying on the couch on Saturday evenings with his eyes closed as he listened to, “A Prairie Home Companion.”
I miss eating dinner with him.
I miss playing H.O.R.S.E. with him on the basketball court in front of our house.
I miss wrestling with him.
I miss seeing the glimmer in his eye as he told some story about a dead Persian who did something significant.
I miss walking into the kitchen and catching him kissing Mom.
I miss his parenting advice.
I miss him desperately and I can’t wait to see him again.
“Lord, thank you for blessing me with such an amazing father. Because I knew Roger Chambers I feel like I know you more. Thank you for giving me 19 years with Dad. I cherished every moment. Thank you for using Dad to minister to so many people and for giving me such a godly role-model from which I could learn how to minister to people as well. My life is yours because of Dad and Mom’s ministry for you to our family. I love you, Lord. I really miss Dad. It still hurts profoundly. I’m not sure how this works, but I humbly ask that you let him know that his family still loves him, but–and this would be even more important to Dad–can you also let him know that every one in his family is still loving you, too. Amen.”