What did you get from your dad? I picked up my love for anything mechanical from my dad. He could build anything from junk laying around the garage.
His workshop was a magical place. When Dad died in the early 90's I stood in the workshop and cried. I was surrounded by hundreds of soup cans he arranged on narrow shelves, each with a Dymo label advertising the contents... 10d nails, sheet metal screws (Phillips head), carriage bolts, pop rivets. Above the grinder table were decades of deodorant applicators, carefully washed but somehow still smelling of Old Spice. These held his drill collection. The adjustable bottoms kept all the drill tips at the same height.
Dad bought a go-kart frame when I was in 6th grade. We added a Briggs and Stratton engine from a cement mixer. He was only a little bit upset when he came home from work and found that I had completely dis-assembled the engine. We got it back together, together.
I never picked up his love for fishing and hunting, although nearly every Sunday afternoon we took a walk in the woods together. I do have his laugh... a funny way of chuckling without really smiling... like a ventriloquist laughs.
I could go on, but this blog is supposed to be about group life... which is one more thing I picked up from dad. He and mom were Gideons (you know... a Bible in every hotel drawer) and due to a dislike of paying babysitters they used to drag me to their meetings. It's hard to remember all the details, but it seems like every couple of months we got together... a task based small group... and rotated from house to house. (I do remember that one of the couples owned a trailer park, so we met in their double-wide, the men in suits and the women in white gloves.)
And here is the part I remember best. At the end of every meeting the grownups would invite me to join the circle for what must be the Gideon Theme Song:
Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian Love
The fellowship of kindred minds
is like to that above.
We all held hands and when we got to the end we'd all raise our arms (more or less... I also inherited my dad's height). Fellowship. Kindred hearts. The tie that binds. For a fourth grader in upstate New York, it seemed like that's what God designed us for.
And it still does.
What did you get from your dad?