happy father’s day

Every girl out there thinks her dad is the toughest, boldest, biggest dad out there. And every girl is wrong . . . . except for me.

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And my sisters.

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But our dad is more than just tough. He’s also well-read, intelligent, blunt, outgoing, funny, and completely real. Like, really, really real.

As in, you better be ready for the realness.

‘Cause he’s alllll real.

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If he overhears teenagers in the food court at the mall swearing, he tells them to stop. If he knows people who don’t go to church, he tells them they should. If he finds out somebody’s living with his girlfriend, he tells him the girl has to move out. He argues with people who picket dumb things. He sprays politicians walking in parades with water guns. He walks out of movies that have sex scenes. There’s just so very little that he’s afraid of.


He loves to laugh. He loves life and jokes and joy and making people smile. He likes to kid with waitresses, give high-fives to little kids, put his arm around old ladies, and trade jabs with their husbands.

And, uh, apparently sitting in parking lots.

It’s a long story.

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But he also has all of the opposites of those characteristics. He loves sitting on the ground next to one of his grandbabies who is cooing and trying to find his or her feet, just staring. He loves to buy the older one donuts. He loves to make up games unique to the girls and games unique to the boys. He buys go-karts and goes fishing and tickles and roars like a monster.


He loves putting his arm around my oldest sis when she sits down next to him on the couch at Christmas. He loves giving my middle sis a hug every night before she goes to bed when she’s there to visit. He loves plowing through a good meal with one son-in-law and learning some new theological concept from another.

He loves bluegrass, BBQ, and dirt. He loves pickups, guns, Redwing boots, and the Wall Street Journal. He loves getting coffee with other farmers at the gas station, supporting the military, and shooting a pheasant out of the sky. He loves Western Swing and tapping his toe to music. He loves traveling and talking and exploring. He loves having people into his home, orphans, widows, the ones nobody else has time to love. He has, according to dear friends, “never met a stranger.”
christmas 062He loves my mom. Boy, does he! He never misses an opportunity to tell us girls how beautiful she is, how gorgeous her smile is, what he loves about her, and how they pray the Lord’s Prayer together every morning and do devotions together every night. He loves taking her for drives in the country and taking her out for a nice dinner. He loves holding her hand in public, and he loves, LOVES her cooking.

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But most of all, he loves Jesus. He loves being Lutheran, reading Lutheran books, delving into Sasse, wading through Chemnitz, learning the Lutheran language. He loves exploring theological ideas and understanding where they come from. He loves supporting pastors, and he loves pastors who take care of their people. He loves the liturgy, a good organ, hymnody, and singing. He loves that his ancestors were Lutheran, that he is Lutheran, and that his children and their children are Lutheran too.

And talking to Marines dressed like trees.

You know . . .  like you do.

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Every girl thinks her dad is the toughest, boldest, biggest dad out there. Mine is . . . because of the way he loves life. And me? I just love my dad.

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