A Not-So-Happy Father's Day

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For Mother's Day I wrote about some circumstances that might make Mother's Day a painful day for many women.

But I haven't forgotten about you, Dads.

Maybe your own excellent father has passed away and you miss him acutely.
Maybe Dad wasn't such a great guy and his passing has robbed you of the hope of reconciliation.
Maybe you're a father who's son is estranged, or maybe you're the estranged son.
Maybe you've lost a child or experienced a miscarriage, or abortion.
Maybe you're ignored as others ask, "How is she?"

You feel the pain differently, but it's no less than hers.

That gaping hole in your heart, you'd never wish upon another.

I don't pretend to know why God allows terrible things to happen.
All I know is that He is a loving Father who loved you so much that He didn't even spare His only Son's life in order to be with you again.

He is a God who knows your agony first hand and He wants desperately to comfort you in your grief and your anger - even if your anger is directed at him. He can take it.

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He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us. 1 Corinthians 1:4

He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever. Revelation 21:4

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