At some time in your life you’ve probably met someone, and heard them make the comment: You sure are mirror image of …………your dad or your mother.
Through the years I’ve had some people say that I favor the Lacy side of my family. More than once, I’ve heard it said: “You’re a chip off the old block.” When you look at a photo of either my grandad or his dad, it’s obvious that we share the same DNA.
When John wrote his first letter, he spoke about the importance of a family resemblance: “See what sort of love the Father has given to us: that we should be called God’s children—and indeed we are! For this reason the world does not know us: because it did not know him. Dear friends, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet been revealed. We know that whenever it is revealed we will be like him, because we will see him just as he is. And everyone who has this hope focused on him purifies himself, just as Jesus is pure (I John 3:1-3).”’
An important question to answer isn’t: Who do you look like? It’s: Who do you act like?
When your life is observed, can people see a family resemblance? Are your actions, and mannerisms a mirror image of the life of Jesus?
When Father’s Day made its appearance on the calendar of 1965, I observed the day with a heavy heart. My dad had lost his life in an oil field accident just a few weeks earlier. As a 12-year-old boy, I could only focus on what I had lost.
Now that I’ve had 47 years to reminisce, I know how fortunate I was to have had Eddie Seymour for my father. Dad was very involved in the lives of his three sons. He taught us how to hunt, fish, and how to play the game of baseball.
At an early age, Dad’s appreciation for fast cars was see in his frequent race with the train as he would speed down a gravel road to beat it to the crossing. I think Dad’s need for speed found its way into the DNA of his boys.
I have a clear memory of each evening when Dad got home from work. He would hit the shower and sing. I would stand outside on the patio and I could hear the running water and Dad’s voice as he belted out: I wish I was an apple, a hanging on the tree and every time my Cindy passed, she’d take a bite of me.
When you’re a boy of 12, you have no idea how precious life is and how short it can be. The meaning of family is a concept that you never really consider.
As a man of 59, my perspective on life has matured. I know how important it is to have a loving mother and father. I know what its like to experience the powerful emotions of loss, sorrow, grief, and joy.
Through each of these life cycle events, I have paused to think of Dad; and, after all of these years, I still miss him and I still have a great deal of love for him in my heart.
Hey Dad, happy Father’s Day.