Monday, March 12, 2012

Family Roof

1 Chronicles 23:6
All these men were under the supervision of their fathers for the music of the temple of the LORD, with cymbals, lyres and harps, for the ministry at the house of God. Asaph, Jeduthun and Heman were under the supervision of the king.

I miss my dad. Possibly highlighted by my mom coming over to visit us this weekend. But with her friends, meaning not with dad. Another likely stirrer was last week, when I promoted an event to a group of more or less forty pastors. My rapport line was: ‘I’m a PK and being here, seeing you, made me miss my dad more’. Yes, I call him as often as I could. Share funny updates of his apos and post pictures every week and whenever possible. But nothing beats the daily routines of waking up and eating breakfast with him; watching noontime shows and laughing-out-loud with him; and our favorite pastime of course, exasperating my younger brother, and sometimes my mother, hahaha! I’ve been under his roof for thirty years and all I wish then was to go out and pursue independence. Now out for seven years, it’s funny I’m missing being back in.  Guess it’s true: there’s no place like home :>

As heir to the throne, the young Solomon possibly grew up in a roof with stricter rules. I can imagine the other princes already out and free to play, while he stayed for a couple more hours taking ‘Kingship 101’ class. And his tutor? No less than his father, the king himself. Lately, all he talked to him about was the Temple plans. David mentioned it was for him to build it, but he’s all-out helping with the preps. Very dad-like: helping with homeworks, ‘til just before the final answer! So first, it was just a list of logs and gold.  Later it was a record of people, and more people. But there was something noteworthy about how his father grouped them. Something familiar and close to home. Like the singers and gatekeepers in this chapter and the next, David clustered them according to families, specifying that fathers were to train and supervise their sons. I wonder, why not group them according to skills and assign them to a master teacher? What’s in a family set-up that makes work relationship better? Isn’t it more prone to clashes and conflicts? Yes. But isn’t love and support even deeper there?  Solomon experienced that firsthand. It may seem more difficult to have a father for a mentor, but it sure was more sincere and very meaningful.

A magazine show last night featured young girls calling themselves gangsters. You can easily guess why they were out in the streets: they were parentless. Some, not because they’re orphans, but because they were abandoned. Their concept of love, security, and relationship became distorted since then.  Truth is, what we learn from home is what prepares us for life. It’s why it’s coined the basic unit of our society.  Our relationship with our kids is what they will always refer back to in their contact with the world. And our relationship with ours is our obvious direct upline. That’s how God designed it. And it’s purposeful, beautiful and doable. It defies and is beyond status and limitations. Parents have no excuse. God Himself modeled it to us. Allowing us to call Him our Abba so we could have a picture of what’s it really like, especially when ours failed somewhere. Mine was not perfect either. But he did the best he knew how. And thank you Dad for that. (Mom too!) So grateful to God I was placed under your roof.  See you soon :>

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Family Roof

1 Chronicles 23:6
All these men were under the supervision of their fathers for the music of the temple of the LORD, with cymbals, lyres and harps, for the ministry at the house of God. Asaph, Jeduthun and Heman were under the supervision of the king.

I miss my dad. Possibly highlighted by my mom coming over to visit us this weekend. But with her friends, meaning not with dad. Another likely stirrer was last week, when I promoted an event to a group of more or less forty pastors. My rapport line was: ‘I’m a PK and being here, seeing you, made me miss my dad more’. Yes, I call him as often as I could. Share funny updates of his apos and post pictures every week and whenever possible. But nothing beats the daily routines of waking up and eating breakfast with him; watching noontime shows and laughing-out-loud with him; and our favorite pastime of course, exasperating my younger brother, and sometimes my mother, hahaha! I’ve been under his roof for thirty years and all I wish then was to go out and pursue independence. Now out for seven years, it’s funny I’m missing being back in.  Guess it’s true: there’s no place like home :>

As heir to the throne, the young Solomon possibly grew up in a roof with stricter rules. I can imagine the other princes already out and free to play, while he stayed for a couple more hours taking ‘Kingship 101’ class. And his tutor? No less than his father, the king himself. Lately, all he talked to him about was the Temple plans. David mentioned it was for him to build it, but he’s all-out helping with the preps. Very dad-like: helping with homeworks, ‘til just before the final answer! So first, it was just a list of logs and gold.  Later it was a record of people, and more people. But there was something noteworthy about how his father grouped them. Something familiar and close to home. Like the singers and gatekeepers in this chapter and the next, David clustered them according to families, specifying that fathers were to train and supervise their sons. I wonder, why not group them according to skills and assign them to a master teacher? What’s in a family set-up that makes work relationship better? Isn’t it more prone to clashes and conflicts? Yes. But isn’t love and support even deeper there?  Solomon experienced that firsthand. It may seem more difficult to have a father for a mentor, but it sure was more sincere and very meaningful.

A magazine show last night featured young girls calling themselves gangsters. You can easily guess why they were out in the streets: they were parentless. Some, not because they’re orphans, but because they were abandoned. Their concept of love, security, and relationship became distorted since then.  Truth is, what we learn from home is what prepares us for life. It’s why it’s coined the basic unit of our society.  Our relationship with our kids is what they will always refer back to in their contact with the world. And our relationship with ours is our obvious direct upline. That’s how God designed it. And it’s purposeful, beautiful and doable. It defies and is beyond status and limitations. Parents have no excuse. God Himself modeled it to us. Allowing us to call Him our Abba so we could have a picture of what’s it really like, especially when ours failed somewhere. Mine was not perfect either. But he did the best he knew how. And thank you Dad for that. (Mom too!) So grateful to God I was placed under your roof.  See you soon :>