For the last number of years a little more then 10 I think, I have been getting up at 5:45 AM each Sunday morning. No I would like to tell you that it was to pray for the up coming service and for the people that would be coming to Church, but that wouldn’t be true. I get up early to call my earthly Father each Sunday morning. I spend about 20 minutes to a half hour catching with him about the news here and at home. For me it is important for me to keep in contact with him. it wasn’t always that way –there was a time that lasted 5 years where we never spoke at all. Words spoken in anger can allow your pride to take over and before you know it a lot of time has passed by.
When we did start talking again I promises myself that I would never let that happen again. It wasn’t until I was living in Alberta and to satisfy the feel that I hadn’t done enough to mend the ruff between us that I started to phone him each and almost every Sunday morning. I remember the first time I called him. He said, What did you want?” I replied, “Just to talk and visit a little with you.” There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone as he thought of maybe something to say. And before he could answer I told him that I would be phoning again next Sunday morning at the same time. He said, ” That will be fine.”
Now after all these years we both look forward to our 30 minute phone conversations on Sunday morning so much so that if the call can’t be placed or answered–each one of us will seek out the other to make sure everything is okay. Our Sunday morning time seems to be more important these days since my Dad suffered a heart attack a few months ago. He is great now with no ill effects from his experince but for his oldest son the Sunday morning calls are more needed.
It doesn’t cost much to phone every Sunday morning I know people who hardly even speak to their parents and they live on the other side of the city. I don’t think that they have ever had a serious disagreement—life is just busy for them I guess. But we do make time for the things we deem to be important —don’t we? I believe that my relationship with my mid seventy year old father is very important. Maybe you should give it some thought—or way not a phone call?