THE ROADS CHOSEN
We were like oil and water really… I never thought about it like that at the time, but that was the reality in hindsight. He was guarded with his words and chose them carefully when he used them, which didn’t have the hint of over exposure. They were profoundly wise. I heard his words, but was too busy with the business of folly to try to grasp wisdom in them at the time.
I was the antonym to my dad. He patiently enjoyed playing golf, slowly over decades, not playing nearly as often as time or money would allow; he improved, slowly but surely… even golfed his age before going Home.
The second or third time I played golf with my dad I sunk the putter like a tomahawk into one of the greens, enraged from missing a putt… I also smashed one of his irons into the side of a concrete drainage basin I had no business trying to chip out of. Unfortunately I can’t blame childhood… in years anyway.
My dad was the protective provider for his loved ones and justice. Though he was physically trained in the ways of self-defense, he never used it in pride or arrogance, he always offered kindness and help, not insecurity. His prodigal son was willing to risk life and limb at the drop of a hat trying to fill the void left from excessive pride and ego… the gift of wisdom and perspective discarded as worthless.
My dad shared nary a cross word even to those who deserved it. He never thought himself worthy to judge another heart. The polar opposite son used his tongue like a double-edged sword, tearing down others to win at all costs, even if it meant personal change and heartache.
Winning was paramount, finishing first regardless the cost, even if it cost me all I had. I cherished the things of this world that my humble dad fought shy of and put little emphasis on. The role model ignored, sacrificed all he had for the ones he loved. The prodigal sacrificed the lives of all in his path for the only person he really loved in this life… himself.
Referring to myself in the third person softens the blow I still need in order to remind myself of my weaknesses.
The man I was so diametrically opposite of didn’t waste his words and actions. I was proud of him even when I was caught in the fast lane of life with little desire to get off, except for the all too often lonely and melancholy times inflicted by my selfish actions.
The roads chosen I can’t change… The hearts shattered I can’t fix… The damage done I can’t undo… The only thing I can do is heed the words and heart of my Father and dad as well as grasp the grace of forgiveness… The more I live with that mindset the more I look like my dad and Father.
The last few times I golfed with my dad I didn’t throw clubs. I was actually significantly worse than I was before, but I had a better perspective. It wasn’t about the game, it was about the fellowship and time.
I still don’t like losing, but I have the wisdom to know that winning can’t be measured by a score or number. I’m also beginning to grasp the words, “Who is last will be first.” That’s a matter of the heart and it can only be measured by He who created it…
Rick Dawson
Tuesday, June 18, 2013 @ 7:08 pm
Well written, sir – well written. Flog, I mean golf – the game that makes pastors swear like the sailor I once was. 🙂
Sounds like your dad picked up the discipline of the martial arts and applied the lessons. Was he a believer as well?
Floyd
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 6:59 am
Yes, my dad was one of the “real deal” type of Christians, that’s why I referred to myself as the “prodigal.” I really can’t imagine where I’d be without the influence that God used in my dad.
Rick Dawson
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 9:27 pm
I can say I’m a little envious, but I wouldn’t have found my way here if I hadn’t taken the road I did 🙂
The apple may have rolled a bit, but it stayed by the root system 🙂
Floyd
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 6:57 am
The paths of redemption are the roads of miracles… we go so far yet are still familiar… Your making my mind wind up!
bill (cycleguy)
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 2:11 am
Well done and well said Floyd. I think I would have loved your dad. I do love your Father. Thanks for the tribute to both.
Floyd
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 7:01 am
Thanks, Bill. My dad was the type of man that you’d have a heart for and appreciate and respect him even if the communication was little. Blessed to share the same Father and call you brother.
bill (cycleguy)
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 2:11 am
Forgot: so glad you have picked up his “spirit” as you have aged.
Floyd
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 7:03 am
It’s funny, Bill. While I can’t ever be like my dad, I’m more like him than I could ever have imagined as an adult “human tornado,” to steal a line from you…
Jay Cookingham
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 6:54 am
Sorry you got so “tee-ed off” brother but it seems like the lessons of a father who loves you has benefited you beyond words. Well played bro’!
Floyd
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 7:04 am
You have a knack with words and humor, Jay. I always appreciate it! The grace showed by my Father and dad changed my life and perspective… slowly but surely. Thanks, Jay.
David
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 2:00 pm
I’ve sent a putter or two flying in years past. In some ways I’m glad golf has gotten so expensive because it’s saved me from a lot of self-inflicted torture that I don’t have to pay for!
More seriously though, it is amazing how much pain we put ourselves and others through as we drive head-strong into the world trying to blaze our own trail and leave our mark. More often than not the marks we leave are skid-marks littered with the debris we mowed over as we spun-out and took out the warning signs that were there for our safety. Only to need stitches and bandages for our wounded body and pride …
Great post!
Floyd
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 5:49 pm
Man alive, you explained that perfectly and perfect analogy… the kind that only comes from having lived that wreck out in real life. Thanks for relating, David. Awesome comment! Glad we’re finally beginning to catch up and on…
tcavey
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 2:24 pm
Very touching!
I’m so glad our fathers continue to teach us things even though they are not physically with us.
I’m sure your dad would be proud of the man you’ve become.
Floyd
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 5:51 pm
Thank you, TC. It really is amazing that God designed for our dads to continue to teach us His wisdom from beyond the grave. I know for sure your dad was and would be proud of you as well and you’re living out the legacy from our Father for your son.
tcavey
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 12:28 pm
Thanks, Floyd!
Barb Raveling
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 5:10 pm
Wow, that’s hard, Floyd. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could go back and change a few things about the past? At least it sounds like you changed before he died – that’s good! I’m in the stage of life where our kids and our friends’s kids are all going off to college and jobs. Several of the kids in our community have gone prodigal and it’s painful to watch even though they are all still loving and enjoyable to be around.
Floyd
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 5:56 pm
Yes, I’m a different person now than I was then. The great part about my mom and dad is the fact that they prayed and were never judgmental… I can’t imagine how many prayers they sent up on my behalf.
Our older daughters have already had some of the kids they went to high school with turn out to be heroin addicts and some have even died… It’s absolutely heartbreaking… They’re good kids, just dumb, like I was… Thanks, Barb.
Joanne Norton
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 5:13 pm
I would have been/would be a rotten, rotten, ROTTEN golf player. Makes no sense to me, and too “tricky”. My spiritually GOOD side would be faded away and people would think I was very junky.
IF a family member was with me, they’d more likely kick my tail than, as your dad did, treat nicely. He had a heart for love and care, obviously; cutting slack, give time and space to adjust or readjust.
And the Lord is so kind in that same way. SO necessary in our personal world life.
Another grinning, understanding piece from you. Thank you.
Floyd
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 5:59 pm
“And the Lord is so kind in that same way.” That is profound! That is the exact point! Loving others without judging and showing them by example… I was and am blessed indeed for the examples I’ve been given by God in this life… Thanks, Joanne.
Hazel Moon
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 5:13 pm
Wrong roads, damage done, hearts broken – – – over time with plenty of forgiveness, might not be repaired as you would like, but they can be healed.
I am happy that you did learn patience and control of your tongue from your dear Dad and Father.
Floyd
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 6:00 pm
Thanks, Hazel. I most certainly did learn, not perfect, but better than I was before by a lifetime. Healing and forgiveness is the gift of redemption that can’t be measured or taken by anyone or anything!
Bernard Haynes
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 6:31 pm
Floyd this was awesome. A tear came to my eyes as I was reading. I thought about the powerful influence my dad had in my life. I really miss him. Sounds like your dad was the perfect example of a Godly man and leader. I am glad you chilled out and realized it was the fellowship that was important. We need more men like your father that will train boys to be men.
Floyd
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 6:50 am
Thanks, Bernard. I agree completely with the fact that we need men to train our next generation about what being a real man means. Well said and I appreciate your heart along with walking the same path, I miss my dad too…
Ngina Otiende
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 8:13 pm
Great words for a great man. What you’ve said about how “he always offered kindness and help, not insecurity” really stands out. We don’t always see (or admit) just how much macho actions and behaviors are driven by insecurities, not strength.
Your words remind me what the bible says about training up a child in the way they should go. sometimes they end up wandering but the seed sowed never dies. That’s the faithfulness our heavenly Father. It’s awesome when a parent can catch a glimpse of the budding seed in a “prodigal” before their time on earth is 🙂 It blesses both the heart of the father and the child.
Floyd
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 6:52 am
I like your perspective, Ngina. It is truly a blessing for both the parent and the child. It usually is our insecurities that make us do the weakest of things. Thanks, Ngina.
Chuck Allen
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 @ 9:51 pm
I really like the contrasts you drew with this. For me at least, it emphasized the point that there is hope that we can change and grow. It was also a great tribute to your dad. He sounds like a great man.
Floyd
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 6:59 am
Boy, contrast is the word, Chuck, well said. And yes, God leaves proof all around us that there is always hope and redemption. Without over stating it, my dad was one of the rare people in my life that “ran the good race and fought the good fight.” Thanks, Chuck.
Jennifer Dougan
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 4:19 am
Hey Floyd,
Your dad seems like a neat man. I bet you miss him. Thanks for this tribute.
Jennifer Dougan
http://www.jenniferdougan.com
P.S. Regarding your comment on my post “A Midsummer’s Conversation,” thanks, Floyd. I was struck by his kind patience here too, and I love that God the Father’s miracle of abundance came in a time when Jesus was probably feeling weary and sad. How awesome of our God.
Floyd
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 7:05 am
I do miss my dad, but also know that He’s better off than those of us left here and am still learning from the example God used through him. Thanks, Jennifer and that was a great take on the heart of Christ.
Dan Erickson
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 6:54 am
Another uncanny similarity Floyd. Both of our dad’s never said bad things about others and were very nonjudgmental and controlled their egos. Are you sure we’re not talking about the same Father?
Floyd
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 7:15 am
Seriously, Dan. The more I learn of your dad and his character traits the more I think that you and I might be related even beyond our Christian family! Thanks, man. We are blessed.
Jason Stasyszen
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 11:21 am
Great post, Floyd. It’s wonderful when we can learn lessons from earthly fathers, but either way, our heavenly Father reveals how good, patient, kind, and loving He is as we open to Him. It’s funny, but I’ve heard some people almost boast about “being last” and then they’d be first, but you’re so right. There is only one judge on that front and He isn’t fooled by what others are fooled by. Great reminder. Thanks Floyd.
Floyd
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 11:38 am
I’ve also heard the false humility stories that are a thin cloak of immense pride. I’m with you, Jason, only in our Father do we find peace in His mercy. Thanks, Jason.
Mia
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 1:36 pm
Dear Floyd
This brings many tears to my heart and a big lump in my throat! My father was also a humble man; not a faultless man, but truly humble. He taught me that God is love not so much by words, than by actions! He had his own share of great sorrows he had to carry. My mom passed away when I was three and my dad was left with three little children, aged 3,6 and 9. When I was about 16 years old, he had a tractor accident on our farm as he was plowing some fields and his right hand was so badly damaged that it took more than a year to heal enough to work again. He was a dentist, so you can imagine what a hard blow it was to him with six children, two already at university. But through it all, he never once doubted our Heavenly Pappa’s love and great provision. I still miss him terribly, but know we will again be re-united one day! Thanks for a great post and sharing a great man!
Much love XX
Mia
Floyd
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 7:05 pm
Thank you so much for sharing that, Mia. Isn’t amazing how God really shows us who our heroes by the tribulation we get to witness first hand. Their actions most certainly did reveal a powerful love that only comes from the heart of our Father. Thanks for sharing your dad with us. God bless, Mia.
Betty Draper
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 1:49 pm
My brother how your words and the replies of others fill me with hope today concerning our prodigal son. I see his respect growing for his Dad as he just loves Jared where he is. It comforts me to know God did not pen down how long it took the prodigal son to come back to the father…how long it took for the pig pen spell to drop off of him. I am sure the road was not an easy one but necessary. Thank God for your father, thank God you came back, thank God for forgiveness, thank God for hope. Great post…filled with thankful words. You have given us a picture of a Godly man, your father and you.
Betty Draper
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 1:56 pm
opps, I meant pig pen “smell” to drop off of him instead of “spell”…
Floyd
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 7:09 pm
I didn’t even catch it! I knew exactly what your were saying and thought it clever to refer to it that way and missed it… but I didn’t miss the heart. Thanks again, Betty.
Floyd
Thursday, June 20, 2013 @ 7:08 pm
I’m honored to be able to be used to give you the hope of our Father today, Betty. You have the promise of Jared coming back to the light and when he does he will have a testimony that God will use to help redeem others. Bless your wonderful and kind heart, Betty.
Lincoln Parks
Friday, June 21, 2013 @ 4:51 am
Floyd, when you said a protective provider I knew exactly what you meant. My mom was that for our family and my dad was the provider. You are so blessed to have taken on his spirits. Awesome!
Floyd
Friday, June 21, 2013 @ 8:30 am
Thanks, Lincoln. I know we share similar paths and blessings, but you got a harder trail… I think our Father allows that sometimes for the strong ones… It’s encouraging to see you use the events of your life as blessings not curses. Amazing.
Lori
Friday, June 21, 2013 @ 10:12 am
This is truly beautiful. I was thinking of my Dad and brother as I read it. They are having a hard time in their relationship right now. They are such opposites in some ways, and so alike in others. I pray that before my Dad goes Home, they will come together again…..This was a blessing. Lori
Floyd
Friday, June 21, 2013 @ 11:49 am
Love is a funny thing isn’t it? We can be so frustrated with the ones we love, especially when they have the same traits as us. God will bring your dad and brother together and bless your entire family in the process. Thanks for stopping by, Lori.
Phil
Friday, June 21, 2013 @ 2:46 pm
I loved this Floyd. My dad passed away when I was 15. Some of my best memories are with him on the golf course. It wasn’t about the game, it was indeed about the fellowship. Well put.
Floyd
Friday, June 21, 2013 @ 7:20 pm
Thanks, Phil. I’m sorry to hear that you had to live through that so young in life. I appreciate and respect your Godly perspective and attitude. Those memories we will cherish until we’re all reunited…
Joy Dawson
Saturday, June 22, 2013 @ 7:16 pm
How wonderful that you recognized the beauty of your earthly father’s example while he was still here to share it with you!
Floyd
Saturday, June 22, 2013 @ 7:57 pm
That’s an excellent observation and perspective, Joy. Wise words, thanks, sister.
Joy Dawson
Sunday, June 23, 2013 @ 2:31 pm
Thank you for your thoughtful post.
Floyd
Sunday, June 23, 2013 @ 4:51 pm
Your welcome, it’s my pleasure and all truth.
David Rupert
Sunday, June 23, 2013 @ 8:24 pm
An insightful post. I have those terrible regrets too. But like you, all I can do is recognize who I was, and understand who I am and press on in God’s grace.
Floyd
Monday, June 24, 2013 @ 5:27 pm
“Press on in God’s grace.” Very well said, David. It’s nice to have company on this road we travel, thanks, David.
Amy Nabors
Monday, June 24, 2013 @ 4:58 am
Well said. Sounds like your father was an amazing man. We gain so much wisdom with age. I look at my fiery red headed child and try to patiently teach him things. There are some days when I think maybe I’m doing okay and then others I have to remind myself that some lessons come the hard way and only with age.
Floyd
Monday, June 24, 2013 @ 5:53 pm
That’s a wise perspective, Amy. Some lessons are best letting them be learned on their own and the hard way sometimes… I think that takes more real love, cause it’s so hard to watch them go through it without bailing them out. We do gain wisdom with age and I had a real advantage with my dad, wish I would have paid attention sooner. Thanks, Amy. Always great to hear from you.
Dan Black
Saturday, June 29, 2013 @ 12:43 pm
You shared some powerful and essential principles. Though while my dad was alive he was mainly checked out of my life, I had many father figures and examples in my life. I’m grateful for what I’ve learned about fathering and being a man through the example those people.
A person’s true colors come out while playing sports:) I enjoy observing how people act and react while playing a sport.
Floyd
Saturday, June 29, 2013 @ 2:36 pm
I’m with you, Dan; sports have a way of revealing the true heart of a person. I appreciate your perspective on life, Dan. Many could use the events in their lives to become victims, instead you’ve chosen to use your free will and wisdom to embrace a Godly and frankly real man’s take on life. Thanks, and thanks for the example for all of us regardless of age.
Loren Pinilis
Monday, July 1, 2013 @ 3:08 pm
Looks like you had a great role model to follow!
Floyd
Monday, July 1, 2013 @ 5:44 pm
Indeed I did… I’ve been showed more favor than I could ever imagine deserving… Ahhhh, grace… Thanks, Loren.