Fatherhood is Forever
Once enacted, it participates in the eternal. Undiminished. Ageless. Ceaseless.
It is a seal. It is an identity from which we can never be extricated: it cannot be taken from a father. Strip him of all things; take his clothes, his shoes, his money; deprive him of his good name and all esteem, take from him his honor, his strength, his health; leave him naked and covered in ashes and contumely … take all these things from him; deprive him of hope in every dream. Take this all … and more … but you will not, for you cannot, take from him his fatherhood.
It is a seal upon his soul; it is his ontological presence in the universe, from which vast parts of the universe unfold, generation unto generation.
In his children he is one.
In his children he is become many.
His dignity is great, but it is made great only by and through his children. In his children he is ennobled, however base he may become, and in this sense, they are his redemption. Yes, he has given them life. But they have conferred dignity upon life, for they have made him like unto God Who is Father of us all.
Fatherhood, in its creative impetus, both emulates the Fatherhood of God, and derives from it … and in God alone it participates and endures.
It is not just perpetuity that binds father to child, but eternity. He is forever a father, once having fathered.
Alas for sorrow, in this life, with Rachel he may weep in Ramah, that his beloved children are no more … yes, in this life they may be no more, nor may he swathe them in his anguish, lave them in his tears – but his fatherhood endures … for his children endure – forever.
Joy and Sorrow. The very fabric of the universe stirs under the breath of life, even as it respires beyond a father's grasp, is lifted from his bronzed arms, and borne upon the promise of prophets. A father brings to being what he must ever relinquish, and his breath pales on the fringe of glory.
Here, in that penumbra between what was not, what is, what must be, and what will ever be; in that pale nimbus borne trembling upon a father's hands ... fatherhood even enters the sacral, for it enters into, even as it issues forth from, the Motherhood of Mary, who is the Mother of Life – who alone, in all creation, bore within herself the Way, the Truth, and the Life.
The Mother of Sorrows … how well we understand each other. You buried your Son. I buried my child, too.
The world had sifted her through my fingers, and I have wept the tears of death. I have seen the dwelling of Holy Innocents far above the still and empty cradle.
In my grief, have I not cried up to God, my Father:
“Yet she lives! … In Thee! … Unto Thee! And surely Thou keepest her for me.
I will yet behold the face of my daughter!”
… I have dwelt in Ramah.
But she who was no more, by her very being, swift as a baby’s breath in the incensed wind, gave unto me this gift, this pledge to all that is eternal: I am her father.
I have been anointed with fatherhood. It cannot be reaved of me. Nor can she!
I am, as in no other aspect of my being, my fatherhood. The Most High God gave this to me – through her – as an imperishable gift, an everlasting inheritance! So great is His pledge that it is indefeasible to, inexpungable within, my very being itself.
My children are mine. And I am theirs. It will always, always be.
That is why, in the culmination of his years, heedless of all else, the father ran to his prodigal son. This was his treasure – not what the son had taken, but what he had brought back.
In utter poverty, covered with shame, blemished in sin, discarded by the world, unadorned, unshod … the son bore to his father the treasure of all time, the treasure for all time: flesh of his flesh, blood of his blood … the child in whose absence a father ever longs.
But more still …
A father is father to every child in the world. Every baby, every child, is his … too.
Because it is given by God, and is a participation in the Fatherhood of God Himself, fatherhood is a pouring forth upon all children, extends to all children, and because of God's predilection for the abandoned, especially for orphans … for we ourselves are, one and all, adopted sons and daughters of God.
Only Christ is consubstantial with the Father.
We are – each of us – orphans withal, adopted by the Father through the Son. It is not by nature, but by predilection and grace, that we are God’s children. If we are children of the One Father, are we not, then, children of every father who participates in, has received his fatherhood from, the Fatherhood of God Himself?
This is the fatherhood of grace. It is such a breathlessly beautiful fatherhood, for father binds himself to child, and child to father, through love, each of one nature, one love, while not of one flesh, grace yielding each to each other; the one covering innocence with fatherhood, the other investing manhood with fatherhood, and fatherhood with dignity – and both bound up in one love born of grace for it is born of God.
My children, even now, cling to my sunburned neck, those of nature and those of grace, and I know them not apart. Each has possession of my heart. My life is as readily forfeit for the one as the other. Their laughter is a perpetual song, an eternal harmony, in my heart.
A father’s heart, I think, is like unto the heart of God.
There is no fatherless child.
There are only children whom I have not yet found …
A Father
SOURCE: Boston Catholic Journal
(This meditation is a celebration of fatherhood and it evolves into a consolation for those who grieve the loss of a child. One of my websites has a page for the consolation of parents who have lost children. It is in memory of William, the grandchild of one of my friends, and has many resources. It may be found here: Concordia Ministries, Inc., Williams' Page .)
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