I was a child, sitting in the backseat as we drove home from a destination I no longer remember. It was cold and snowing, the kind of heavy, blowing snowstorm that stings your face and numbs your fingers. It was a typical winter’s night in Appleton, Wisconsin.
As we turned right onto Schaefer Street, the heat poured from the car’s vents, leaving us without a care about the temperature outside.
Like the stars in warp-speed moments in science fiction films, the snow flew toward our car as we ventured onward. Through the snow, I saw two figures walking down the road—a mother and a child, groceries in hand, trudging through the snow on that blistery night.
I felt the car brake and the wheels begin to turn as my father changed the direction of our trip. I don’t remember if he spoke any words to us—I’m sure he did—but a simple truth was conveyed to my young mind. He could not allow a mother and child to struggle in the bitter cold when he could do something to help them.
I remember we pulled up next to them and they got in. I don’t remember what was said. I was so young. I remember we dropped them off at their home. I still remember.
The brief, fleeting memories of that night are buried in my brain and return every so often to remind me what kind of man I want to be.
To all of the men who have fathered, mentored, and loved the generations behind them by following in the footsteps of Jesus, thank you for being men worth emulating. Happy Father’s Day.
-Brian for Faith In Store