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June 5, 2006, Herald Journal

A special Father’s Day gift

By PAM FIECKE

A little boy, just 8 years of age, decided he wanted to give his father something really special for Father’s Day.

First, he decided he wanted to buy the gift with his own money. Then, he decided, it would have to be something fun the two could do together, as father and son. Finally, he decided that he wanted the gift to bring a memory to his father on his special day.

The little boy managed to come up with an idea and was very excited. He couldn’t wait to present his gift to his father on Father’s Day.

The special day came and the little boy, with a beaming look on his face, went running up to his father with his special gift. The father could see the excitement in his son’s face, and he, too, became just as excited as his son.

The father exclaimed very proudly, “What a perfect gift you chose for me on Father’s Day!”

It was a kite the two could fly together.

The father went outside and looked up into the sky. He took his son by the hand and the two walked out to a spacious, bare field.

It was a fine day to go kite-flying. The wind was brisk and large billowy clouds were blowing across the sky.

The kite went up and up, until it was entirely hidden by the clouds.

“What are you doing? the boy asked his father.”

“I’m flying a kite,” the father replied.

The little boy was squinting his eyes, but he could no longer see the kite. He became restless.

“I can’t see the kite!” he exclaimed.

The father, with a reassuring voice, said, “I can’t see the kite either, but, every once in awhile, I feel a tug, so I know for sure that the kite is up there.”

The father put the kite string in between two of his son’s fingers. The little boy still couldn’t see the kite, but he felt a tug. The tug startled the little boy, as his eyes lit up and a smile came to his face.

The father looked at his son and said, “I am very happy with your gift of a kite, given to me, on Father’s Day, but, most importantly, I am happy with the thought of us being together, flying the kite and generating memories.

“If you’ll let me, I have just one thing I want to teach you about kite flying. I also want you to remember what I taught you forever.”

The little boy shook his head and promised that he would remember.

The father looked up into the sky and the little boy followed with his head, moving it in the same direction. The father took his pointer finger and pointed at the kite that neither one of them could see.

“The kite you gave me is up there, however, you just can’t see it. God is the same way. He’s up there, but you can’t see Him.

“Don’t take anyone else’s word for God. Find Him for yourself, and then you, too, will know by the wonderful, warm tug on your heartstring, that He is there, for sure, for you, at all times and in all circumstances.”

The little boy smiled and replied, “Happy Father’s Day. I really think this memory is going to last a lifetime.”


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