Thursday, 2 June 2016

The logistics of being Fatherless

As I was travelling on my way home tonight, the thoughts of not having a present-active father in my life just began to surface once again. I have not been speaking to my dad for a very long time because of the hurt I continually go through with him emotionally when I try to pursue a relationship, so I just stopped in my tracks.

There are many ripple effects we face on many levels when our earthly fathers do not take their place in our homes as the priest and head of the family unit. We start, as children, to live lives that are full of broken foundations, trying so hard to pursue wholeness in every area of our lives, but that day comes where the hurt and scars start to burn again and begin to open. 

It is hard to process the Father we are taught about in the bible because He is nothing like our earthly fathers. He is kind, He is slow to anger. His very nature is love and He delights in us. These are some character traits about Abba Father who invites us day by day to sit at His table, and there are so many we have still yet to encounter. 

I wondered about the logistics of not having a father in our lives and how much it has affected us. Simple things like a lack of confidence. I believe the reason why we are not fully confident in who we are is because we are not confident in the love of our father. Just imagine, if our fathers has taken the time to say that they believe in us, even when we failed, how much that would have encouraged us to live confidently. Or maybe if they had taken the time to kiss us and tell us that they love and delight in us. 

A few days ago Pastor Frank Manguno, from the USA, had come down to minister with his son, Junior Frank, and some of his spiritual sons for a Fire Conference at our church (The River Church, Kenwyn). This has been the second time I sat under his ministry here in Cape Town and I have been observing them for some time. I would stare as he would appreciate his sons and continually honour them for who they are and celebrated them in what they have done. As they would sing, play or pray he would shout and join in with a proud honour of what they have grown up to be. Something that I also loved was when Pastor Frank would kiss his sons after they had been serving or when they came up to serve with him in the ministry. My friends and I would travel home after these services and would reflect on how much Pastor Frank loves his sons. 

The blessing of the father is of utmost importance. You will lack nothing, but grow in stature, favour and wisdom. 

The enemy has come to steal our generation's wholeness and identity. The main reason why many of us are still sleeping around with one another, joining gang groups and living lives of utter despair is because we are broken. We are broken because daddy was not there to facilitate us into our destiny as a human being. 

Is there a man out there who would cast their son away? 

Is there a man out there who does not care about his daughter? 

Yes! Surely we see this everywhere we turn our eyes. The prostitute is standing there because she lacked a father. The gang leader is killing our brothers because he lacked a father. My brother is having sex with the same sex because he is lacking a father. The young girl in your street is pregnant because she is lacking a father. 

I desire the day when the fathers of another family unit would take time to learn about our brokeness and help us become whole again. A man who would walk with us in pure love and not overstep boundaries but have the vision of helping us become who we were meant to be. 

We desire fathers. 

We want someone to stare at us because they are in love with us. We want someone who would say they are truly proud of us not because of what we have achieved but because of who we have become. We want to be loved and touched in ways that will help us walk in lives of security.

Stop the logistics and help us. Someone?





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