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Tonight I have finished Gilead; I am not sure that I can properly reflect on this book yet, but I can say it has blessed me to read it. The picture of fatherhood through the lens of my culture–i.e. the world I inhabit that often times feels shallow and thoughtless–is faded and bleak as if it had been forgotten in the parlor of an old house, the sun beating down on it unrelentingly. With frequency bordering on the absurd, our culture repeats the stories of detached fathers, inept fathers, absent fathers, or insert-your-own-disheartening-adjective-here fathers. These stereotypes are so ingrained in the zeitgeist, marketers have latched onto them in advertisements–see the H & R Block TaxCut commercial in which the wife encourages the husband to “talk to the box” to get customer support, chiding him for picking the wrong tax preparation software (my quick interweb search did not turn up a clip.)
Gilead gives me hope; hope that being a father is much more about relying on God’s Grace than redeeming and restoring the faded painting in the parlor. Painting a vivid and honest picture of fatherhood, Marilynne Robinson tells the story of a father writing to his son. The honesty of struggle, thoughtfulness, honor, and trepidation spills onto the pages of Gilead; Robinson reveals the image of fatherhood in the light of total depravity and un-understandable Grace. It is in that tension that we all must live; without it our picture hangs in the ceaseless sun, faded by the brokenness of a world without hope, without grace, without forgiveness.
God has given me two children to love. Although I am still frightened by the world they will inherit, I am not frightened of being a father. God’s Grace covers me and it is my prayer that my children will allow it to cover them.
Mommy, don’t pee in your panties!
Advice that everyone should follow.
It has been one year since my father died. Lately I find myself thinking a lot about him and am reminded of him constantly. Last week I watched The Alaska Experiment; they drop several people into the Alaskan wilderness for three months with minimal supplies and see what happens–there is a Chris McCandless appeal to the story. One of the contestents received a phone call that his father is very ill and in the hospital; before his trip, the man sat down with his father–his father had cancer–and had a frank discussion whether the man should return if the cancer spread. The answer: stay in Alaska. This decision did not stick, thankfully, and he left with 11 days left. The last scene was him holding his dad’s hand and laughing; he soon thereafter died. I cried throughout the whole decision-making process. It reminded me of my decision to go to Virginia last year; I would not trade those three weeks for the world. I got to love my dad and have my dad love me in the last days of his life; it was beautiful.
Another reminder of my dad came while riding the bus this morning. I decided to listen to the Vinyl Cafe podcast “The Wedding Dress.” For those of you without Canadian cred or an NPR nerd patch, the Vinyl Cafe is a variety show of sorts from our friends in the North. There is a focus on music and stories; in particular, Stewart McLean has two recurring characters that he writes about, Dave and Morley. In this episode hilarity ensues–I will not give it all away. After a particular awkward moment, Dave is talking with Katie, the college aged daughter of his wife’s friend. She is preparing to give the maid of honor toast after her mother remarries; while they talk, she asks about Dave’s daughter. He starts telling Katie about how his daughter will be planting trees this summer again and that he thought the first time she did it she would hate it. Katie asked, “Well, why did you let her do it?” To which Dave responds, “I don’t know; I guess that’s what parents do. We love our children; we hold them close, and before we are any where near ready, we have to let them go. It’s sort of about love, but it’s more about trust…maybe it is all about trust.” I will not ruin the story for you, but these words spoken by Dave, I imagine, were the exacts words bouncing around my dad’s head every time I would call him. Whether I was hiking the Grand Canyon or sleeping in random yards, my dad had to trust…to trust God.
In the midst of all of these reminders, I am reading Gilead by Marilynne Robinson–a truly gifted writer. The novel is a series of thoughts and reflections written by an elderly father to his young son. After discovering he has a terminal heart condition, the life-long pastor decides he wants to leave something for his son to remember him by. In the last section that I have read, the pastor is explaining about his recent sermon about Hagar and Ishmael and Abraham and Isaac. In both stories God calls Abraham to cast out his sons into the wilderness and both times angels intervene to save the children. He goes on to say: “It seems almost a cruelty for one generation to beget another when parents can secure so little for their children, so little safety, even in the best of circumstances. Great faith is required to give the child up, trusting God to honor the parents’ love for him by assuring that there will indeed be angels in that wilderness.” In the last weeks of my father’s life he had to let God’s providence wash over him, covering the fear for his children with the Grace of God.
For a long time I have wanted to collect stories and thoughts about my dad from the people that knew him best: his shipmates, his family, his coworkers, and his friends. I do not think my heart will rest until I start collecting these stories. Now that I have written this down for the world to see, I can have a sense of accountability. Often I find myself telling my students that just because something is hard and complicated does not mean it is not worth doing; it is time to follow my advice. I hope that by putting these stories together, I can create a book of sorts for Bradie and Beau. When it comes time to tell them about Papa Carl, I can dust off these collected stories and say, “You have a Grandfather that loves you very much. Here are the stories about his wilderness and the angels that intervened for him.”
